A Night Quite Alright
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Hey y'all.
Don't be too harsh on this, I don't usually meddle in poetry, but I got the sudden urge to write everything in rhyme, and in a matter of time, came to happen what was this. So, just a little bit of free kind of a verse this time. Meters are a little bit beyond me, I'm afraid, but I hope that someone will be at least a little bit amused.
Cheers!
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The first for forever, when I was not clever. Bacardi and coke, stupid young fur. Long did I mope of the things that occur when I was afloat with young might and without enough right kind of an example in sight.
I did for a considerable time, for the fact that it was not fine, know that it took me not so much to find myself in a situation as such.
He was beautiful and he had style, and I had had booze and my smile, to that end could turn the keenest eye.
His eyes were blue and his tail was so, that when it hung low, you could see where this would go. He had white teeth and a smile to match, and he would know to make me his catch, for there was no mistaken identities, when I was determined to be the tease.
Still, there is so much you can drink, without it becoming something to sink your control to new low height, and with a swinging tail and jeans so tight on such a comely male.
He asked if I wanted another drink and oh boy, did I think here was the chance to initiate the mating dance, to get rid of that weight of being without a mate, even if for one night, for my self esteem was not quite so right.
I said no, but if I could show, how hot my moves could go, and if not, we could just as easily snog.
That wolf did not have two left paws for without a pause he would turn to you and say, oh please, just quit the tease, and we'll see if you and me come out of this clean and with a smile as bright as a sunbeam, his tail smacked my ass.
Off my muscular dale, with surprisingly polite bow his wicked tail danced the horizontal mambo.
Doggie butt on a rather self-consciously horny mutt being danced by a wolf so good that it put me in the friskiest of mood, for long it would not last, but was there ever such a thing as too fast, for those booze-clever.
The music ran off the beat, and as I shook my gluttonous meat, the wolf's eyes would go and do, all the things we knew, his paws might be allowed to without a great ado soon to be followed.
The music went from fast to that particular slow, that would make my last dance but a shadow, of what this could do, for two bodies so blue in the mood as these furs in the mindset that occurs right about here when innocence was a mere notion of a not such a bold motion.
Roll and fall, and not fast as all, when your chest is pressed, and your butt is assessed, by strong a paw, of a wolf with a very smiling maw of alluring and friendly call.
Small town mutt and with a groped butt, and with belly on his and something warm growing without amiss from the dancing wolf and fellah that was this.
I knew he wanted me, and I wanted to be, something more than the closeted mutt and nought more, but when he leans and noses my cheek, and I know that my ears go all meek.
Was it meant to be this, that very first, unreal kiss, that I had hoped and pined for, so long that could it even be more, than just this right now, for ever and in my core I knew I was to bow, for that smile on that beautiful maw and his ass enthusiastic paw.
His breath was hot and it smelled of beer, and my eyes like those of the proverbial deer went wide for that moment we hung, even when my paws clung and it was wet and it was hot and believe it or not, he tasted my lips and with the softest of nips made me yield for his will.
So, yeah, my breath did hitch, and boy, did my sheath twitch, but then so I had to ditch, the notion of being his bitch, for hot as he was and all this, something beautiful was missing, and not to diss, the art of his kissing, it was clear to me that there would not be a rump roast for him to boast of a mutt butt served with a cut of wolf cum and lots of sheath-inclusive fun coming off his beer-soaked lips and probably damn good at fucking hips.
Call me a coward or call me a fool, but I wasn't that much of a tool, as to let him have me so easy as I would, if he had offered me that second drink I should have been an ease lay for the wolf looking for that kind of prey of my pretty ass and that I did pass.
Perhaps I should raise a voice, that it wasn't the best place for boys, at least not someone like me, who could just about buy his booze, and then see how the guys would ooze, with the wish to bend you over their knee, and to spear your rump and do the little hump and then with your hindquarters numb, you would hobble home and pretend it was nothing to be.
Good night, bad night, that was all right, even if the best I got, not that I care, was the one dollar back when I paid my bus fare.