Feline thoughts
An itch that beckons a voice but what can it say but "meow". La as I laugh at the thought of fingernails down my spine. Oh how torturous even thoughts can be in a raging fiery moment. As the mind finds the need to exit the words, yet how does a soul find freedom, release?
How does one allow all freedoms to expand on the tastes that are here? The flavors that have the softest musky aromas. Those sighs that roll as the mind whispers a yum. Ugh how I must walk away and disperse all that aches from sensitivity.
Taunt the paleness that becomes, even with the slightest motion, a stirring storm. Oh just to empty out all the emotions inside the coldness of a waterfall. Even though all parts of me that begins to heat up.
Goosebumps play notes around freckles and still cause a catlike purr to exit my lips. Bah where did that come from? Oh no. Closing my eyes tightly and hoping that all clears. I demand that my senses cease the needs. Oh how I must be quiet.
Still a sigh escapes and I lick my lips in excitement. My heart pounds and the pulse is increasing still, all because of a memory of a crooked smile. Good grief. I must be mad. I must!
Special that person must be boasting. How eerie. Oh how sickened I feel. Yet I still push against that memory and still it increases all sensations by a hundred fold. Why, then I screams silently
inside my head.
Laughter echoes inside me as I strive harder to reach some comfort. Some sort of peace from those memories. Perhaps one more jaunt outside will finally eliminate all feline necessities. Even maybe that exercise of weights and distance. Alas all I can do to hope. To eliminate.
Oh dear me, how, but.. no that is worse. Just closing my eyes, I am still hoping. I am still seeing that crooked smile and emerald olive eyes. Grr. And a low growling chuckle that vibrates the cooling midnight air deep inside to my core. I am still hoping to grasp at some of the warmth churning, somewhere.
Dear as an old friend was, how though now, can I get over this piece of prowling? The unusual need to be indulgent in tiny pursuits over a smile. Ah yes just ask for another, right? Alas that is far from my mind and yet tickles the cat inside of me. Still too far gone is the prospect. Even though the feline in me says never back down on a pursuit.
Would there be a completion or would anything begin anew? Oh I know not. Yet.. And. Still I hope it ceases when the lights go dim. The memories caress. When the mind erases the ideas of any possibilities.
Perhaps.
Though I know just in dreams now. Chased raw dreams. Kindness in long ago thoughts.
Eliminated forever.
How does one allow all freedoms to expand on the tastes that are here? The flavors that have the softest musky aromas. Those sighs that roll as the mind whispers a yum. Ugh how I must walk away and disperse all that aches from sensitivity.
Taunt the paleness that becomes, even with the slightest motion, a stirring storm. Oh just to empty out all the emotions inside the coldness of a waterfall. Even though all parts of me that begins to heat up.
Goosebumps play notes around freckles and still cause a catlike purr to exit my lips. Bah where did that come from? Oh no. Closing my eyes tightly and hoping that all clears. I demand that my senses cease the needs. Oh how I must be quiet.
Still a sigh escapes and I lick my lips in excitement. My heart pounds and the pulse is increasing still, all because of a memory of a crooked smile. Good grief. I must be mad. I must!
Special that person must be boasting. How eerie. Oh how sickened I feel. Yet I still push against that memory and still it increases all sensations by a hundred fold. Why, then I screams silently
inside my head.
Laughter echoes inside me as I strive harder to reach some comfort. Some sort of peace from those memories. Perhaps one more jaunt outside will finally eliminate all feline necessities. Even maybe that exercise of weights and distance. Alas all I can do to hope. To eliminate.
Oh dear me, how, but.. no that is worse. Just closing my eyes, I am still hoping. I am still seeing that crooked smile and emerald olive eyes. Grr. And a low growling chuckle that vibrates the cooling midnight air deep inside to my core. I am still hoping to grasp at some of the warmth churning, somewhere.
Dear as an old friend was, how though now, can I get over this piece of prowling? The unusual need to be indulgent in tiny pursuits over a smile. Ah yes just ask for another, right? Alas that is far from my mind and yet tickles the cat inside of me. Still too far gone is the prospect. Even though the feline in me says never back down on a pursuit.
Would there be a completion or would anything begin anew? Oh I know not. Yet.. And. Still I hope it ceases when the lights go dim. The memories caress. When the mind erases the ideas of any possibilities.
Perhaps.
Though I know just in dreams now. Chased raw dreams. Kindness in long ago thoughts.
Eliminated forever.
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