No Blues At Bedtime
No Blues at Bedtime
Your rough tongue cleansing
my finger.
You, the queen of Calico
humdingers!
Those flashing green eyes that
evoke my love each night.
Staring down from your
soft feline height.
How I adore the ways you
make my heart dance.
When you slumber on me, my
heart, settles down to an
opal, moonlit trance...
June 18, 2019
7pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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