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Judy Ponceby Sep 2010
Velvety soft,
Wickedly playful,
Padding softly,
across my heart.

Dark as soot,
Eyes flaming yellow,
Slashing tail,
across my heart.

Purring deeply,
Racing wildly,
Joyfully pouncing,
on my heart.

Sleeping contentedly,
Stretching lazily,
Ignoring advances,
from my heart.

Slinking,
Lurking,
Jumping,
Climbing,
Crouching,
Stalking­.

^.  .^      ..............prrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
Pixievic Apr 2016
In my dreams ..
You've kissed me
With such passion
My body shudders
In uncontrolled emotion
You've taken my soul
Into new dimensions
Every nerve alive
With forgotten sensations
You've painted my skin
Wth your carnal tongue
I'm a slave to your rhythm
My ecstasy sung
I'm caught in your touch
Imprisoned like a bird
In the cage of your presence
Captive I purrrrrrr
Filling my senses
With sweet erotica
Between my thighs
Waves of pleasure
At my very core
I quiver and flutter
On the edge of delirium
Gasping in utter
Wild abandon
Wanting and greed
I take you inside me
Moaning with need
I cling in desperation to
This exquisite fantasy  
Weaving enchantment  
Until eventually .....
I wake up lonely
Because you are only
In my dreams*

(C) Pixievic
Another little fantasy!
NothingInMotion Apr 2015
Those hands they'd be like snow, for ice could glow in your eyes.
Don't compromise this moment we have, adjust the volume to max
We're the only ones here in this terrace flat, come round and we can chat for ages, take it smoothly, in stages; turn me up, feel through my pages, purrrrrrr
the sexiest thing you've read all day
bakedjones Jun 2014
i purr
purrrrrrr
when you call my name
and put your hands here and there
       (i like it best when you don't ask)
and take handfuls
of your favorite parts
i think my meows
turn you on
and when i shake my behind
you shake your head
little nibbles feed your hunger
but just make me more thirsty
watch out for when i dip my teeth
into your neck  
     my fangs run deep
Star BG Nov 2018
I am a cat poet,
prowling streets of mind
for a mouse like phase
to play with.

Meow! I whisper
in wind of night,
that carries inspiration
below glowing stars.

Meow! I echo,
in moment where
at any turn a phase dipped
in catnip fills lungs.

Meow I sing,
as cat antenna raise
to collect visions
ready to scribed.

Meow! I scream,
walking cross
cobble stone like keypad
toward place
where writing paws can rest

The place, that brings me to purrrrrrr
in poetic song
as I’m petted by a readers praise.
for a split second I thought about what it would be like to be a cat poet. Hence this poem was born.

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