Tasted Like Freedom
His kiss was soft, yet claimed me as his,
the world around us disappeared...
Replaced by the sound of the wind in the trees,
and howling in the distance.
The sensation of the night breeze in my fur
and the earth of the forest under my paws,
as we ran to meet our pack........
His kiss tasted like freedom!
-Angela Stull
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