BEYOND THE EDGE OF ALIEN DESIRE Seduced by pheremones more potent to the senses than my species own, I ride her blue cries to crimson excitations, and for a trembling instant the light years between our limbs collapse. Charged by the tendrils of her spiked electric fur to telepathic sight, I feel pain raining down, see blue fields blown in the searing light, know the wiles of victims for the pale glabrous beasts who handle them by night. At dawn the dreadnaughts leap, another world to take, her scent is still upon me, blue miles to go before I wake. - Bruce Boston
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