Ashlar is lying on my chest <br />claws dug snug into mine rising <br />falling breast; <br /> <br />deep enough to pinch the nerves <br />without drawing blood <br /> <br />wriggling acupuncture <br />accoutrement <br /> <br />Staring Sated Smirk of Long <br /> Slow blinking Content <br /> <br /> <br />She loves me like a Kind <br />Generous Woman <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(for my cat)<br /><br />Randy Resh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sated-4/
