The movement of the body, the shape of thick fur, bare soles pressed into the sheets. A big bear relaxed, letting a daring one like you come up behind me.

The light teasing every curve, the texture of the hair, the weight of a hairy ape’s masculinity — you can cover it with yourself. Those soles — you need to smell them. Those buttocks — you need to touch them. Everything I won’t write… you just have to.