Bulldog erotica

You breathe
huskily
in my ear
and I know
how you want
things to be.

You, me on the floor,
in your bed. We’ll
watch the afternoon
slowly drain from the
sun. Me wet from the
storm of your kisses.

Your every fold exposed,
thick legs draped
across mine, whiskers
on my cheek. I ask,
“So, you wanna bone?”
And you don’t have to speak.

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