Spring Folly

All he could feel and taste was her, all of his senses where overwhelmed by everything about her, the aromic scent of desire, to the sound of her heart beat and that of her breath. Her touch against him was electric and alive. It was hard to think, to breath, to bring himself back to himself long enough to ask her if this was what she wanted. Her answer was enough, he lost himself fully in her, in drawing her closer and moving his muzzle against her neck in sweet kisses. She leaned back then, pulling away from his softly and leaving him to pant and take in her beauty without touching it. Burt what he saw in her, sitting there before him made him want her more than any desire, on her face he thought he might possibly see love. He brought himself closer to her again, rubbing the side of his face against the length of her, moving his whole body into it as he moved downwards, rubbing his head and shoulders and back against her coat until he was at her rump, then he circled her, pawing gently at the backside before him. If he heard no protest he would nuzzle against it and move forward, over it, covering her and claiming her, this sweet beauty.
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"Speech"
'thoughts'