Why do my words matter,
to you at all?

Why do you love my face?

Because you don't see me,
anymore,

Not even in my state of loving grace,

Why wear my hair that way-
or this?

No way we can return to pure love bliss?

Why wear my lipgloss,
when I ain't gonna get a kiss?

Not the way I wanna,
get-
get one real...
oh so soft and wet,
oh yeah,
yeah you bet,

Emmm,
soooo soft and ****,
purrr purrr purr,
touch me
want me,
an take me in a blur,

Take me back-
to the way we were,

We can get lost on high delight,
hold me baby-
hold me nice an tight,
stay with me for at least tonight,

I am just a girl,
underneath this exterior,
after all.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Hot house flower by nature. By nurture she.took the hype hook to sinker.
All I see when I look at baby is power.
Habnero tiempo.

Warm to hot.
Spaaniard, coated with Ibo.slathered with india injected with a pulsating
Congas....mish mosh. Black as the ace of spades,mocha smooth ,
blond and blue,fiery red.
Magic in the hips.

Rat-a tat-tat spray lingo on one full breath.
Just ran down your program from A to Z.
Just want to grip your hips mami.

Synch up your vibe. Turn that growl your emitten
To purrr like a kitten. Ahh... eso..Asi.

Purrr-fectly petite paws press
  between my blades
  a free feline-massage

She refrains from complaints
Ignores ***** plates
    cups stacked up
Enjoys smelly socks
    scattered across a distracted dreamer's floor
Doesn't think movies I watch are a bore
Could I ask for much more?

Oh, maybe this
    is the bliss
    of which some speak
       I think
   as she pounces
   and plops upon me
   a friendly, furry hug

The sun glints off of your sable pelt
Furry dust motes float around
Angelic curves that purrr
Sleeping away the afternoon without a care
How wonderful it must be
To only worry about me

MEANAGERIE A TOI

Ring! Ring!

“Hello...who?”

“F* you!”

“What the . . ?”

“Sorry...that’s Secherazade!”

“Who. . .?”

“My cockatoo!”

“Oh!”

“Fyou!Fyou!F*you!”

“Slurp! Slurp!”

Even bigger: “. . .slurp!”

“What the. . .?”
“Sorry...that’s Harry!”

“Harry?”
“My Labrador!”

“Down boy...down I say!”

“Purrr...purrr!”

“Are you purring?”
“No...that’s Brat!”

“Brat!”
“My cat!”

“Anyway...how are you?”

MEANAGERIE A TOI

Ring! Ring!

“Hello...who?”

“F* you!”

“What the . . ?”

“Sorry...that’s Secherazade!”

“Who. . .?”

“My cockatoo!”

“Oh!”

“Fyou!Fyou!F*you!”

“Slurp! Slurp!”

Even bigger: “. . .slurp!”

“What the. . .?”
“Sorry...that’s Harry!”

“Harry?”
“My Labrador!”

“Down boy...down I say!”

“Purrr...purrr!”

“Are you purring?”
“No...that’s Brat!”

“Brat!”
“My cat!”

“Anyway...how are you?”

MEANAGERIE A TOI

Ring! Ring!
“Hello...who?”
“F* you!”

“What the . . ?”
“Sorry...that’s Secherazade!”
“Who. . .?”

“My cockatoo!”
“Oh!”
“Fyou!Fyou!F*you!”

“Slurp! Slurp!”
and an even bigger: “. . .slurp!”
“What the. . .?”

“Sorry...that’s Harry!”
“Harry?”
“My Labrador!”

“Down boy...down I say!”
“Purrr...purrr!”
“Are you purring?”

“No...that’s Brat!”
“Brat?”
“My cat!”

“Brat!”
“Your cat!”
“Anyway...how are you?”

MmmMoan.
Y a w n.
Purrr...
How I adore our meanderings.

A Morning of misfits

Love waking to the sturdy fur of you,

Sac, pecks, abs, inner thighs,
unclad body heat.

Tho' the world outside feels absent,
your hardness
your breath
Is present
Against yesterday's 5-o'clock
shadow.

We breakfast on such sensations satin
thousand count threads
sifting and gripping sheets
creating silken
dunes of flesh creamy hues
soft mounds our twist
tied
tethered limbs
then opening passages with kisses
and humid licks
our lips:
camelback & cobra songs
to Sahara
Heatwaves
where we worship obelisks
until slumber
has rendered us
stardust and sphinx
Amused and fused our flesh
in hymns
this Sunday morning

I am
Stretching with both my hands
behind me
Clawing
buttocks raised (waiting for rain)
as if to be seen & named
one creative breath
Sunday's schooling shame,
yearning for his embrace...

Heaven forgive me
for the heaven he gives me...
Now
Exhale Olympus
Our Fallen pillars
hush.
Good morning, Love
I am

Stretching.
Eyes open wide
Stretching
Reaching out
Behind me
Reaching out for you
(Inside me)
if only briefly
knowing
the whole **** Truth…

(How I adored our meandering.)

MmmMoan.
Y a w n.
Purrr...
How I adore our meanderings.

A Morning of misfits

Love waking to the sturdy fur of you,

Sac, pecks, abs, inner thighs,
unclad body heat.

Tho' the world outside feels absent,
your hardness
your warm breath
Is present
Against yesterday's 5-o'clock
shadow.

We breakfast on such sensations satin
thousand count threads
sifting and gripping sheets
creating silken
dunes of flesh creamy hues
soft mounds our twist
tied
tethered limbs
then opening passages with kisses
and humid licks
our lips:
camelback & cobra songs
to Sahara
Heatwaves
where we worship obelisks
until slumber
has rendered us
stardust and sphinx
Amused and fused our flesh
in hymns
this Sunday morning

I am
Stretching with both my hands
behind me
Clawing
buttocks raised (waiting for rain)
as if to be seen & named
one creative breath
Sunday's schooling shame,
yearning for his embrace...

Heaven forgive me
for the heaven he gives me...
Now
Exhale Olympus
Our Fallen pillars
hush.
Good morning, Love
I am

Stretching.
Eyes open wide
Stretching
Reaching out
Behind me
Reaching out for you
(Inside me)
if only briefly
knowing
the whole **** Truth…

(How I adore the meandering.)