Pussy

Stretch, shuffle.

Twitch, twist.

Fidget, fumble.

Click, click.

Sigh. Snap.

I shut my laptop,

Pause the race,

Calm my thoughts.

I lower

My face,

My guards and my will.

I melt,

And close my eyes...

Becoming his pet.

A kitten, curled loose.

No purr required.

Such peace I find

Prone at his side,

Cheek warm and quiet against his thigh.

His eyes focus above me

On things of no import.

His fingers dance beside me,

A teasing sort of sport.

I catch those playful digits

Like a nip-laced kitty toy.

His quiet laugh rewards me

And my pleasure overcomes

Any thoughts of powerful women,

Objectification or mere strife.

I know only the love he shows

To me, his pet and wife.

Reposted from Joy Reflected, 8/18/2010