El Corté

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I see you across the space, your back to me.

I promenade with stealth and lust, but quick

Stopped in my tracks by wafted scent

Wicked will tossed by the wind

Green branch snaps to bind your wrists

You stalk like tireless jungle cat

Fresh from out her cave, paused short of the kill

One arm binds 'round like a snake

To draw you in to my embrace

Darkened eyes filled hot with flame

Pivot close and away again

I feel your pulse as in my dreams

The grip that welds us quick releases

Sliding you down extended thigh

Angry fear in your eyes, hunger-lust in mine

No voice to detract from our gripping pact

My eyes command and you obey

In sync and rhythm we slink and sway

Tonight is ours and el corté.

El Corté  - The Courage of Intimacy by Keith Ainsworth                                                                                                                                                                           29