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Fear grasping to trepidation
Courage colored with raw bravdo
The male and the female
Of our emotions;
But of whom is the which?
Soft fur, smelling of only good things, snuggles into the darkness of the overhanging
foilage, watching the night as required. An intentional touch enjoys the pressuring intrusion of an appendage which makes
the two into the one. For that brief moment all else is forgotten. Too soon the moment passes, and once again imagination's
night reflexively breaths a warning of danger and death. The display of emotions are again labeled by the unknowing and thoughtless
to reflect the sexes.
Foolishness
Admires the one
Dispises the other,
And forgets which it is
That keeps one alive.
But which is it?
For what reason?
And why?
Vixyy Fox
vixyyfox@yahoo.com
http://www.darknatasha.com/
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Ubiquitous
Ever-present
Is the blue
Of the sky,
Never ending
Feelings
Losed to fly.
To pretend;
Make believe;
Imagination's wild ride
Bounces off the clouds
And you think
That's me;
That's
me!
Yes...
That's me!
And I'm free...
I'm really free...
Vixyy Fox
Least you think this is a children's book; think again. 'Tales of the Fur Side' contains
grafic ADULT content - though it also has stories you might wish to share with the younger furs among you. Nothing in these
stories is out of context, nor was it added for titilation. It was simply part of the story... as it was and is told.
Vixyy Fox
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