To all the pussies I've known.
By artis
When I think of cats, I sometimes visualize, long, black, sleek machines like rental limousines, purring softly in dark alleyways, prowling boldly down bright avenues, seeking out the mousy types, who are looking only to fulfill an ego trip If I ponder kittens, I often picture the soft fluff of a dandelion, that has just gone to seed breaking free and tumbling in a velvety ball over jagged tufts of grass, in pursuit of butterflies or bees when I think of lust which I must confess is often it reminds me of cats, here one instant gone the next, always preening, strutting, pouncing, howling, aching to be stroked, scratched, and petted eating tuna, yet all the while pretending that it's caviar rubbing up against any available leg just long enough to purge it's needs Ahhh, but when I'm contemplating love it's like a tiny, fluffy kitten a warm and fuzzy heat in the bed of my lap the taste of sweet, milky kisses the brush of soft flesh against whiskers perfumes entwined with downy musk love fills my senses my breath quickens I nuzzle up against fond mammaries to share my dreams of joy to come ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis Written November 28th, 2001 © on Nov 28 2001 03:30 AM PST 0 • 14 • 10
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