....and while he was resting his <br />tired head on her belly, <br />having his feathers ruffled <br />ever so gently Hawk was <br />distinctly aware of three things: <br />And in the innermost privacy of <br />his being he said it out loud, <br />so only he, himself was able to hear it: <br />'She feels so soft, she tastes heavenly <br />and her scent is divine'. <br />Then he looked up and started <br />pinching himself hard, all the while <br />continuing the batting of the eyelashes. <br />And La Louve just smiled softly, <br />the smile of the She Wolf in love.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-la-louve-et-l-autour-collection/
