Like looking through red lensed glasses; my lust is a warm hue. Sleeping like a kitten next to a fire, the flame warming my fur in a pleasant laze.
Streeetch it reaches out; searching for that muscle relief, relax it grows aware, focus coming to my opening eyes; color takes shape, texture and shade bleed into contrast.
At rest she waits, as the dawn kisses the morning dew on the daisy petal. Prismatic and yet contained in a single drop of concentrated element.
A hand on her jaw, warm and strong; knees raw from the ware of a point. The burn of the fiber beneath a pleasant friction.
Pressure around her throat, stopping the moan from escaping; a whisper of pleasure leakes from her soul, a silent plea for more.
Leather against her breast; her tips hardening, reaching out in longing. The soft abrasion overwhelming her senses.
The heat growing within, arousing the beast resting. Feral it claws its way to the surface, unafraid to be its natural self; raw and untamed it calls out for its Master.
-Pandaish
