Leda lay face down over a pillow, ass upraised,
Fresh and pinkly paddled, human, dangerously beautiful.
(Danger? I could get lost in there.) My talons scratch
Down the backs of her thighs, slapping brutally,
Then tightening to possess her athlete’s relaxed
Softness. I pull her thigh closer, to open her,
Hard cock yearning at the soft, sweet, sea-shelled clasp
Of her cunt. I knead my human girl.
She makes that short, low moan that drives me to hold
And hurt her, and I must put my knees between hers,
A feathered god mounting his mortal. My bone-like need
Thrusts forward. She engulfs me in her universe.
I gasp amazed and wordless love, awed by unity,
Then I take my girl and she takes my divinity.