You are perplexing,

when my eyes close your aura is there behind my lids.

I pretend to understand you but I have yet to unravel the enigma.

Your soft growl calls to my emotions, holds me tender with soft pads or still

with the light press of  teeth at my throat. What I know of you I’ve learned through osmosis,

those flickers of  sentiment held deep as roots of teeth.

Every instinct urges flee but with your breath on my face it’s already too late.

One thing i know for sure you are skilled at breaking and entering.


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          1. You are just a kid! (That explains the gorgeous eyes). Enjoy it my dear. And I’m glad he’s not too far. Kids tend to drift away at that age. A normal occurrence of course. I remember when our eldest daughter took a flat with friends to be near Med school, we forbade her to put a washing machine so she had to come back home on week-ends… 😉

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          2. Lol! Believe me my son brings home bags of laundry with him. 🌺speaking of eyes you do know there’s a full size pic of yours truly at the bottom of my blog right? A lot of people never notice that. Have a lovely!!

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