Sunday, October 19, 2014

Where are you ....

My love?

Tonight is a night where my breath

is short with anticipation of you.

Tonight our very sweat

would alight,

flame like flambé.

I've never met you, but

I've imagined creatures into

my life before.  Cats who

wish to be petted by my chin.

One or two's taste for caress

complimented nearly exactly

my skill set.

Why not you?

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