I kiss…nibble…and lick…my way to your other ear…I devour this ear as thoroughly as the first… I pull away from you slightly…standing ther... before you…I begin to undress for you…I let my dress fall softly off my shoulders and I step out of it…I reach up and slide the spaghetti strap of my gown over my shoulder…then the other. I run my fingertips along the lace edge of the gown above my breasts..slowly letting it slip down over my breasts…never having removed my eyes from yours…I watch you. In fact, she feared she was already there; ready to give him her ass on a regular basis. Josh didn't know, but her teasing statements of earlier in the day were true, not just a tease. She had thought of Josh fucking her ass while she had played with her Rabbit and another toys earlier. She had never cum so hard as when that toy was in her ass. And she was afraid she would begin to really enjoy the way he teases her ass. So much so, she also knew she would in fact become addicted to anal play. His expression was granite, because of her. “Oh I’m sorry.” Ainsley cursed herself for apologising again. “Of course. Of course come in. It will be nice to have a night cap.” Ainsley missed the questioning expression her words produced. A night cap? It was barely 9pm. Never before had he been invited inside. In the past their tumbles had always taken place at his house, as a result of her marriage. Travis switched off the engine. Immediately the metal began to tick as it cooled. He made his. When she turned and moved into what was becoming more than a hug, I suddenly realised what she meant and intended. I had, of course, not looked at her specifically when I talked to the group about Rilke’s caged Panther.On the surface, the poem is a realistic description of a zoo animal. It is, however, foremost a brilliant metaphor. Through the sensuousness of the poem’s rhythm and choice of words, the Panther circling around itself behind bars becomes in all its vitality and beauty a picture.