08-10-2015, 10:35 PM
In the shadows, scathe` my love comes to me,
but a shadow herself 'cept her green eye-shine.
Four paws propel her to my matress and dig the sheet.
Pull her to me, she pulls me in her.
The muzzle waiting I kiss.
Thrust deep within, caress without.
Lust satisfied with love,
we tumble beneath the cotton.
In the shadows does Shadow make love...
