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May 2019
You will see
her move
in and out,

like a cat through
the back alleys
of her life,

never staying
to long in
one place,

barely long
enough to
catch your
first name
and rarely
ever your
last.

and her
kisses will
lose there
conviction
after one
kiss maybe
two.

but her
claws in
your back
will run
deep,

and the
sighs in
her thighs
will hold
tight,

and then
in the morning
she is gone,

like she was
almost ashamed
of it all.

she says she
is looking
for true
love,

fat chance of
that.

stupid cat...
Written by
Napolis  66/M/california
(66/M/california)   
138
     --- and Lady Ravenhill
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