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A Poem by xeroxcandybar

There’s something
about my lady cat after sex...she

seems

distant

swirling wet fur

around bite marks on her neck.

Her belly hangs downwards.

Her purrs....

rhythmic

mechanical vibrations

warming my feet against her paws.

She

seems

thoughtful

somehow as she rolls on the floor.

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Added on July 8, 2013
Last Updated on July 8, 2013

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