Mar 28, 2025
If only the fox knew. Understood.
But one look from the fox. It pins me down and sets me free.
Flying without wings.
This fox. This beast. My breath quickens. My soul rejoices in his needy gaze.
Pinning me with my own desire.
Gazing at me with such trust even as I sink my teeth into flesh over and over. My canines popping muscle.
Flying without wings.
The space of a breath and a whimper. This is freedom. This is where I am the most whole. Teeth, claw, and flesh.
Flying without wings little fox.
That is what you give me.
Flying without wings.