Asleep a shiver quivers
down her back my hand gentle
flows amongst dark black hair
her head lifts to gaze at me
eyes slanted in the sun
look up with hope and love
as if to say stroke my chin
the white hairs of her breast
vibrate in feline contentment
Monday, 21 February 2011
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