{"sf1_id":1350319,"sf2_id":"YnL75pmL","title":"Thinking of You-A short freeform poem","author":"Nenekiri","words":328,"posted_at":"2018-07-12T02:16:00.000Z","tags":["Erotic","Fox","M/M","Shy"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1350319-thinking-of-you-a-short-freeform-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnL75pmL","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/40/86/4086659f-29f3-42cb-8b89-4abaa8331dba","description":"#4 of Poetry\n\nThis was just a small idea I had knocking around my head that I thought I would get out. It's meant to kinda follow the flow of the two foxes as they become more comfortable being intimate with each other.","content":"Thinking of You\n\nA pair of foxes sit on the bed,\u0026nbsp;\n\nboth too shy to look each other in the eye.\u0026nbsp;\n\nWasn't this uncharacteristic?\u0026nbsp;\n\nFoxes being known for their renown in this area.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd yet the silence hung heavy around them.\n\nOne goes to speak but blushes and turns away.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe other tries to meet his gaze but finds only heat rise to his cheeks.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey knew what they wanted but were too afraid to ask.\u0026nbsp;\n\nTails swish slowly in excitement and anticipation.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe one fox decides enough is enough and reaches out for the other's hand,\u0026nbsp;\n\ngrasping it gently between his paw pads.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe tells him that he couldn't help himself, that the thought of holding his hand\u0026nbsp;\n\nwas too great a weight to bear.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd then he thought of how much he wanted him to hold him.\u0026nbsp;\n\nTo feel his orange fur brush against his softly, gently.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd he thought of the joy in hearing him whisper sweet nothings as he nibbled on his neck.\n\nAnd then a pesky thought of how he would taste ran through his mind.\n\nWhat would his tongue feel like next to his own?\u0026nbsp;\n\nBefore he knew it, they had rolled off the bed and onto the floor.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe one fox above and the other below\u0026nbsp;\n\nreaching and grasping for each other in a mad frenzy.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey couldn't get enough it seemed, always pulling closer before pulling apart again.\n\nHe thought of how lovely it would be to hold onto his hips as their sweat and fur mingled,\u0026nbsp;\n\ninching them closer to release.\u0026nbsp;\n\nA panting, huffing as tongues hung out of open mouths pleading for more.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe couldn't focus, everything became a blur.\u0026nbsp;\n\nBlack paws curled in bliss.\n\nAs the sensations swirled around him, he could only feel the beating of his heart\u0026nbsp;\n\nmatch the ferocity of his partner's movements.\n\nAs the glow faded, the foxes held each other closer than they ever dared before\n\nand slipped into a warm dream.\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1287489-forest.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1635267-how-often-do-you-ask.json"}}