Thursday, 13 December 2018

cataclysm when you were away


cataclysm when you were away

smoothing the cat’s nape
in the way i caress your mons
and she looks for more
and purrs and purrs
as my index finger
and little finger
behind her ears
contour your thighs
and i tickle the majora
of her cheek
and then that spot
at the end
of her minora chin
and she grins her eyes
closed
and my eyes
my eyes flash
open

  the bugger
she bit me again
  the pain
the bloody periodicity of pain
when you are so far away
again


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