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