A roar like thunder all around us It growls so loud in our ears Crouched behind the waterfall Bodies entwined without a care We dangle feet in the icy grotto while waiting for the sun to rise First light breaks above the ocean A fiery ball born out of the water Flames search for us in the dark Our watery curtain warmly shimmers Bathing us in the soft orange rays You pull me deeper into our lair Cat lithe you crawl over my body My skin on fire from your touch Purring softly, you lick my face Marking me with panther claws Hunting release, our wild hearts soar as we tumble naked in the fire's glow
W. I. Boucher December 11, 1997