The strength of your arms around me. Your
whiskers tickle my cheek even as your breath teases my ear. The curve of
your lips, tempting, so promising, so near. And a moment's pause. A
moment to think, a moment to wish. But it's a moment too long and now
the moment is gone. And lost to the night air goes the dream of a kiss.
(half asleep ramblings of a kitty mind).
~ (c) 8/1012012 sierra sugar
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