We were laying down on our beds,
You with your orange kitten,
Fluffy as the clouds on the late afternoon.
I stroked it's head,
Till it closes it's eyes with pleasure.
We hugged,
A sudden hug,
You hugged me tightly,
A feeling of not wanting to let go of me.
You inhaled loudly,
Sucking all the air greedily,
At the corner of my neck.
A moan escaped my mouth,
A feeling of lust started to build up.
I could not remember you,
And the most important part is I don't know you at all.
A tanned-skin stranger with his cute orange little kitten.
Still lingering on my mind.
YOU ARE READING
Sky Ashes
PoetryDream may be come true but some don't. Nevertheless, do dream when you could afford to.
