I can feel the purr
in his throat
as my fingers pass
across a trusting exposed neck
He lies, Panther like
across my branch leg limb
where we demonstrate
our approximation of love
between two species
Lost in translation sometimes
a little nip to remind me who's boss
We look into each other's eyes
I blink
He blinks
we have our connection.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC
I can feel the purr
in his throat
as my fingers pass
across a trusting exposed neck
He lies, Panther like
across my branch leg limb
where we demonstrate
our approximation of love
between two species
Lost in translation sometimes
a little nip to remind me who's boss
We look into each other's eyes
I blink
He blinks
we have our connection.
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