SliceofCherry

I am watching two kittens play. They have been playing for hours. I am thinking of you and me, playing like these two kittens, for hours, as well. We start chasing each other. I swing my body from side to side. My dainty walk entices you. You are stalking me... I love to be stalked by you. You are cunning. You are waiting to pounce on me. You are planning your ambush to attack me by surprise. That is cats' favourite game... Kittens have the instict to play rough. So do we. Restlessly, fighting for dominance. I purr, you growl, we move in circles... You paw me and cause me to tumble. I am on my back. I show you my c

Behind your hazel eyes there must be a powerful force that keeps me coming back for more, like a cat-like creature with an insatiable appetite, with feline desire, greedy, hungry, thirsty, eager to attack you and put my claws on you, hold you down on your back, as I sway my body back and forth, from side to side, purring, as I lick your face and let you see my fangs, threatening to bite you if you move. Don't move. Just look at me. Watch me as I play and do what I say... Am I desirable? do you want me? I can be your playful kitten or your fierce lioness...