I am wearing a raptor glove an gauntlet
theres no reason why I should know of them yet Im wearing them on my
right arm to protect it from a shehawks talons
Im guessing by her size shes a femaleIve never sexed a hawk tho in the animal kingdom consensus usually provides
the female is larger
also by the way shes looking at
meTakin me in
an weirder yet
by her affection
shes not satisfied sitting between my wrist an elbow
she
sidesteps deliberately up to my bicep to
my shoulder
all the while steadfast looking with her huge eyes into mine
it is breathtaking looking into her eyes
recognizing her intellect soul her
time evolution an collective unconsciousness exceeding my own species
maybe if we had wings
maybe if we fed on living prey tore limb from limb
our human animal an evermore
pathetic far cry from where it began
steeling myself in the mirror of her shining eyes subtly over her shoulder I spy the approach of a shedeer tawny
sleek limber
the hawk turns slowly to my furtive gaze an in a brilliant nearly-instantaneous
pirouette shes turned to the deers approach
the does head bobbles but her
agile stride is not impinged or faulty she remains on the line she began towards us
since separating from the forests fringe
her spine sudden keen sheering the tall woods vertical rise an
curtain
the shehawk sit more erect
through the strength in her feet her
talonpoints pinching deeper at the heavy leather cloaking my arm I am sentient of her halting and rising
impulses
as the deer closes on the prairies grass to within twenty metres the
shehawk relaxes
she shrugs then pirouetting she faces
me again
she tilts her head in the angle an attitude of a lovers kiss
her feathers smooth she blushes
her hooked beak recedes
a womans dark face appears eyes
unyielding unbroken on mine an leaning forward her breath paints my
cheeks an nostrils with the aroma of a heady warm wine
she presses her mouth to mine
her lips part
my lips part
our tongues twine an taste
our breaths hot spicy an smoky
we gulps our kisses
she breaks from my mouth
I havent had enough
my head follows after hers still wanting seeking her mouth an lips
the doe had come up on us an drew her head through my opened left
hand
she delicately erotically nuzzles the inside of my elbow my armpit my throat beneath my jaw my blood throbs
the hawk caresses the side of the does face with hers the does countenance changes blonde to the
hawks raven darkness
exhaling they blush
their exhale speaks an the doe
raises her mouth and lips to mine her breath her scent a thinner strong wine
I am still unsatiated
with the crook of my arm I drew her head her mouth to mine an sipped
an sipped an sipped deeper
I loosened her head to draw a breath so I didnt drown
I gasped for air another an
another an one more before the hawk turns
my head towards hers with a wingtip her primary flights at my jaw an temple an
hungrily takes my mouth under hers
I had to break from her kiss I gasped
aroused
then with her warm split toe her foreleg the doe took me by my cheek
turned my head left an kissed me deeply
I dont know who wanted the others breath more
an when I craned my head back to really breath I heard their hunger an
felt the turn of their heads their kissing before my exposed throat
an breathing deeply staring up into
a sapphireblue sky an halo surrounded by
their our curling erotic miasma
I blacked out
blacked out
when I came to I was in a strange bedroom alone naked my
clothes strewn towards the bed from the opened doorway
a warm flat sheet was gathered an raked across my thighs to my belly
the windows were open an the split curtains were lightly tickled by the
breath of an incoming breeze the fragrance of woods
there were several fat candles alit erected in blunt stone and glass
candleholders burned down to stubs
the walls were painted soft brown that ran up into a gentle stain or
umbrae of pale twisting yellows oranges an reds
above me hanging from the center of the high ceiling was an elaborate
crystal chandelier
also fixed with candles tho unlit
across my wrist lays a womans long doeskin glove
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