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She comes many times completely unexpected, On padded paws, Silent and stealthy. Not a hint she is near 'till she jumps in your lap and meows her first greeting. Though so softly, as to not, wake even a sleeping baby. She is sweet beyond belief, wants only to be loved and give love in return. She never insists like some women I have known, Rather she waits until you're completely done eating. Soft Hypnotic gray eyes intense in their gaze captures, at once your full attention, Then gently she places her tiny head right in your hand, Seeking your touch of affection. Her motor purring starts, growing ever loud and louder. Then she begins rhythmically, Kneading your chest or stomach with her front paws as she would have done her own mommy, But it' s not milk she seeks, it is love from her human, physical, emotional contentment. She would sit all night, in my lap if I let her, yet she can sense when I have had enough, Knows when to quickly, quietly take her leave. Truly not many, females like her.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
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She comes many times completely unexpected, On padded paws, Silent and stealthy. Not a hint she is near 'till she jumps in your lap and meows her first greeting. Though so softly, as to not, wake even a sleeping baby. She is sweet beyond belief, wants only to be loved and give love in return. She never insists like some women I have known, Rather she waits until you're completely done eating. Soft Hypnotic gray eyes intense in their gaze captures, at once your full attention, Then gently she places her tiny head right in your hand, Seeking your touch of affection. Her motor purring starts, growing ever loud and louder. Then she begins rhythmically, Kneading your chest or stomach with her front paws as she would have done her own mommy, But it' s not milk she seeks, it is love from her human, physical, emotional contentment. She would sit all night, in my lap if I let her, yet she can sense when I have had enough, Knows when to quickly, quietly take her leave. Truly not many, females like her.
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stephen-e-yocum
M/American
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
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