smokey

curled around you, oddly intimate

maybe you love me? I want to keep you

in the hollow of my hip, leaning

so tightly-soft together; I pull my fingers

down your slate-grey spine and you arch

Halloween-style

little paw-toes uncurl

lamp-slit eyes in the dark

(hum-purr)

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