Hiney

A very sweet write... if only your finger moved to hit that 'O"... as in Honey... you would had me purring... enjoy your evening my director poet.

...as in ''oh, dear, she presented her hiney''? or wish wish to rewrite a bit?             Kisses, Robert.

So will my Hiney have Honey on it.. and Have you making me Hollar. as we Howl to my Hunter's Moon...if so then I am Happy my Handsome director poet

Hunter's Moon?

Yes...as in my Softy Blue Moon.. enjoy your evening

Forgive my ignorance, I do not understand the connection.

No worries... I was keeping it with the streams of all "H"... you do understand there is a Hunter's Moon... Enjoy your evening my poet

Afraid not.  Ignorance is not always bliss.

Hunter's Moon or Blood Moon
Hunter's moon is mentioned in several sources as the Anglo-Saxon name for the Full Moon of October. This is the month when the game is fattened, and it is time to start preparing for the coming winter. Traditionally, this included hunting, slaughtering and preserving meats for use in the coming winter months.

Other names are Travel Moon and Dying Grass Moon. Some also called it Blood Moon or Sanguine Moon, which also refers to the hunting season. However, this name should not be confused with the term Blood Moon to describe a Total Lunar Eclipse

Fascinating.  I have read a lot  of English stuff  -history, literature but have never come across that term before................so maybe you howl to your moon as you hiney is being taken care of. Nice.  My pleasure to  serve of course. (My hands on your tits as I proceed to hump?

Mm.. you sure do know how to howl all up in the this moon.. go on make my purr.. until the moon is high in the night skies, my sweeten scent under your nostrils you sniff...as I kiss your lips.. whisper my cravings for you in your ear... oh and you got the honey.. rolling down to my hiney... mmm catch the streams my poet... wink

Kisses, dear............

I will take those soft ones to my lips on the run...wink.. and wishing you a pleasant night....sniff my alluring scent on the wind my director poet...purring in satisfaction and closing the door behind my sultry exit😘

When the engine is running so hot, gotta run the back up.
Good one sir.

Much appreciated. Thanks.