As she lay soft drifting on the sea
Of twilight kissing dreams as wet,
Thoughts of the evening past came
Stirring her need for him sweetly
The same as it had been before,
Hand of it’s own accord feeling
Freely the in and out of things.
Back flush against muscles taught
The depth of her was stroked
Like midnight and she purred.

On the tip of her
Tongue never falling
Were words of a
Complimentary nature,
It being the best yet.
Instead she licked
Her paws purring,
Stretching feet along
His smooth skin.

Pants off…and
In the blink of an eye
She’s on the candy
Like a starving thing
No grace, she fills
Her need.