Whiskered breath, hot on her ear.
Callouses scratching with horned grasp,
she twists and writhes
both hoping and pretending
resistance.

Strength and demand fuel him.
Her softness is both lure and limit.
Her whispered denials are enflaming
for both of them.

Rolled in sheets and tangled limbs
salt from sweat on their shared tongue
they push, pull, withdraw and slam,
bite, as a kitten bites a litter-mate
lick, the way ice cream cones would be in Hell,
feast on the flesh sparking the soul in their arms
while time drops away
unnoticed.

To feed this hunger
fuel this fire
warm these lives
they will come together
defenseless.

The chance for Love
overwhelms
the probability of Pain.