When I know you are fast asleep,
and the only brightness in our bed
is the honeyed-light of a rising moon,
I whisper fairy tales and wishes for you to dream.
My mouth hovers like a Luna moth
over your perfect ear.
I say, some villainous hag
has put a spell on you, casting you, heart and soul
into the small, soft body of a red, red fox.
I run through the meadow
and the forest, with my body and senses naked and raw
until I find your barbed paw tracks
and follow them. I pick up
your pungent scent and find you
in your fox-form, laid out on a large flat stone.
You are fox-woman dreaming.
I know what I must do, I know the love
that connects us. I lift your fox head and kiss
your perilous mouth. Even as your sharp teeth
cut my lip, I kiss you deeper, so that you might taste
my blood on your tongue.
Miraculously your soft animal body floats into the air
and slowly transforms back into the shape of my lover:
your moon-washed breasts, your limbs, your heart, and soul
fall into my arms. The curse is broken.
You open your eyes, your wild eyes,
as if gazing upon my naked body for the first time.
We kiss like silent animals in the night.
Your hands and sharp, claw-like nails
cleave to my breasts. Then your hot mouth
devours my stiff nipples and I cry out
in my harsh pleasure as I stroke your red hair.
You look up into my wide gaze as your kisses
trail down my belly and over each thigh.
suddenly you consume my cunt, your swift tongue
slides into me, then swirls figure eights over
my taut clit.
There is a savage need in your eyes.
I wind my fingers into your red, red hair,
and cannot turn away from the thirst in your gaze.
I thrust my hips upward, arch my back,
and the pleasure blast of my climax radiates
through my untamed body, and I cry your name,
the name only I am allowed to call you.
My story over…you stir in your sleep. I smile
to myself, knowing that you are fox-woman dreaming,
knowing that soon you will awaken with your body on fire,
yes, soon you will awaken with my blood on your tongue.
