Fur on skin, black like night on an ivory rose,

I flush when I touch him.

I love our contrast, the way he acts.

Animal, powerful.

A panther in my bed.

He’s the most beautiful thing

My amber eyes have ever seen

So much white and glowing skin

Blood showing up dark underneath

Where I stroke him.

I walk to him every time he calls,

Unsteady on my two feet,

An autumn leaf in winter’s icy breeze.

I end up on hands and knees, mimicking his shape,

As he rises over my shoulders.

I’ve never felt anything like him before

I rub up against him

I purr to show how pleased I am

Panting between my fangs with my jaw open

Wanting to sheath myself in him.

And I know it’s wrong, beyond all doubt,

Yet always I am aching for the touch of him.

That sweet penetration and his roar,

Fill me with such lust and longing,

That I cannot care if he kills me.

So tight.

Both panting when finally it is over.

I pull from him

My human lover

And curl around his naked body.

- The Man and The Panther