My current cat likes rough love now and then,
leaping onto the newel-post to bat at me as I pass,
begging me to take his gage and duel
over and under the banister, like cavaliers:
other times he offers his belly,
lures me with submission, his paws
cutely bent but alive with claws that
flash and scratch and draw blood.
Always there is the thrum of purr that says both
“I didn’t mean it!” and “That was fun!”
Just like you when you arch your back and
take me deep, your buttocks
smacking my belly, demanding
more and harder, and the sudden
agile grace with which you throw
my twice-your-weight and pounce,
growling, clawing, engulfing:
the hum in your blocked throat,
the flash of dark eyes in wild hair,
your mouth alive with teeth and your
Siamese smile.
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That SOOOOOO resonates!
TY!
Giggles . . . I LOVE the last 11 lines. Naughty !!!
I love it. Thank you.
😉
Yep – I’ve had cats like that, and enjoyed tumbles like that too!
Then I am glad 🙂 x
Fantastic 💖 👄🔥
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