Randy Resh - Sated

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

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