{"sf1_id":32279,"sf2_id":"dmBKOAn6","title":"Mouse Poems","author":"Squirrel","words":810,"posted_at":"2007-09-09T15:06:00.000Z","tags":["Bat","Mouse","Romance"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/32279-mouse-poems","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmBKOAn6","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e0/b6/e0b6ea72-e2a1-4e7f-a336-7522d145c4e0","description":"","content":"Author's Note: Something a bit different, I guess. Some story-poems, as it were. Field/Adelaide poems, all of them. Which means, thematically, they're laced with lots of romance/love. But I thought I would share just a few (three) of them. Hope they're okay.  \n  \n  \n  \nDURING FRIDAY BREAKFAST  \n  \nIt happened during Friday breakfast,  \nafter the thirsty, sprinkling rain,  \nand before the hummingbirds began to wane.  \nI had just finished my civil cereal,  \nmy cinnamon shredded wheat,  \n  \nwhen I was hit by a sudden, spicy,  \nfull-body shiver,  \na wake-up punch,  \na white-rapid river of  \nrushing thoughts that  \nwent and weakened me at the knees  \nand made my paws a bit sweaty.  \nI nearly dropped my spoon.  \n  \nI gave a bewildered squeak  \nas I brought my bowl to the silvery sink,  \nbare foot-paws scuffling on the linoleum floor,  \ndilated pupils watching milk and water pool down the drain  \nas my body flipped all the off-switches in my brain.  \n  \nNext, came a tantalizing, tingling quiver,  \nmy ever-active nose and whiskers  \ntwitching like I was itching  \nto be scratched. And, by this time, I was.  \nOh, scratch me, please,  \nall down my belly and back.  \nI began to tremble from a shortness of breath.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; This is what sexual arousal does to a mouse.  \n  \nSo, a weak, bewildered walk  \nto the bed, through the living room  \nlike a wedding-night groom,  \nuntil I was sitting on the edge  \nof our warm, double mattress. And I swallowed  \nas my blunt-clawed, furry toes curled  \nand my tail unfurled  \nlike a downed power line.  \n  \nYou, already awake,  \nwith dim, cloudy light slanting through the window,  \ntilted your pretty, batty head and  \nsaid, \"Flustered?\"  \n  \nI weakly nodded,  \nmy ears  \nburning  \nhot  \nlike oven-tops,  \nand my gaze desperately swimming in yours.  \n  \nBut through the searing heat,  \nsomething always greets  \nsuch animal instinct. And I know it's  \nfaith  \nand  \nlove,  \ntempering all lust  \nwith meaning that throbs and thrusts.  \n  \n\"You look like you need somethin',\" you continued,  \nall pink and perfect with your  \npearly-white fangs.  \nAnd, darling, even in the state I was in,  \nthat sparkle in your eyes  \ndidn't escape me.  \nIt never does.  \n  \n\"I, uh ... uh. Um, Adelaide ... \"  \n  \n\" ... say it,\" you whisper,  \nneeding it just as much. Oh,  \ntelepathic, winged thing,  \nyou always understand.  \n\"It's okay, Field ... \"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Lips dry,  \nvoice wispy and shy,  \nI manage a dizzy nod, a panted,  \n\"I wanna ... have sex ... with you. Please,\"  \nI stumble. \"Make love? With me?\"  \nI descend, then, into effeminate, delicate-postured squeaks,  \nfeeling somewhat like a fool.  \nBut, Lord, I'm the way I am,  \nand, Lord, it's what I need!  \n  \nYou grin,  \ngiving a hungry sigh, saying,  \n\"If you only knew how cute you were ... \"  \nFollowed with an unashamed, sultry command of,  \n\"Get beneath the sheets.\"  \n  \nI wriggled right in,  \nand we began to melt  \nas we do daily,  \ninto a steamy mixture of muzzles, muff, and mouse-hood,  \nhips, legs, and lips,  \nbreasts, rumps, and tails. Writhing wonderfully,  \nwing-wrapped and bit,  \nnibbled and licked. Everything crying for purchase,  \nand the day so stale  \ncompared to the fresh rising of our love.  \n  \nAnd, oh, ah, as we went, I felt  \na fiery, frosty relief  \npleasure me  \npure  \nand  \ndeep!  \n  \nSuch satisfaction, darling. You truly  \nmade me sane again.  \n  \nAnd if it's true that my heart's been  \nhalf-asleep  \ninside of me,  \nthen it's utterly clear that it  \nwakes up when you're around, cause  \nyou're the moon that trips my tide.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; For during Friday breakfast  \nI was definitely  \nmost thoroughly  \nbeautifully  \nalive.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nINGREDIENTS  \n  \nIf mouses were a recipe,  \nthey would be:  \n  \n2 cups each  \nof scurry and squeak  \n  \n2 cups wide-eyed faith  \n  \n1 1/2 cup sharp, shredded anxiety  \n  \n1 cup extract of 'effeminate'  \n  \n3/4 cup spice of submissiveness  \n  \n3/4 cup pure, powdered tenderness  \n  \n1/2 cup whisker-twitch and nose-sniff (combined)  \n  \n1/2 cup assorted (other) 'mousey motions'  \n(wriggle, squirm, swivel, and snake)  \n  \n2 Tbsp. innocence  \n  \n3 tsp. salty tears  \n  \nAnd, oh, yes:  \n  \n1 stick of sweetened sex (or more, to taste)  \n  \nSprinkle with cuteness and serve to pink-furred bats.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nA SUNSET FIRE  \n  \nWarm, baited breathing  \nsupplants what came before,  \ncruel, gnawing anxiety  \nshown the back-porch door.  \nFor you looked into my void,  \nand declared it 'good,'  \ncalled it 'light.'  \nAnd said: 'I don't mind a mouse.'  \n  \n(Yes ... )  \n  \n... you entered my world  \nlike a pink sunset fire,  \ndelaying the start of night.  \nThe 'toss-and-turn' mire  \ncleared out of my lonely bed.  \nA space for you, dear,  \nin my sheets,  \ninstead. All reason faulted ...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ( ... I'm speaking with my heart. And ... )  \n  \nlove, all my kisses  \nsizzle on your sweet cheeks,  \nmaking me ask, 'Lord, from whence  \ndo these blessings speak?'  \nOh, like a coming of age,  \nI have now arrived  \nat a peace  \neternal. All demons are tamed.  \n  \n( ... may my love fill you as you've filled me,  \ndarling.)  \n  \n  \n\n"}