You leave them all over me, just a few, always. No wonder men want to be you. It barely covers my butt and its sheer fabric shows just enough of me. Still, I know it is the hormones talking for I love you too much to saddle you with my senseless needs. I revel in you possessing me. There’s nothing at all that I would deny you… I bathed, plucked, chose your favorite gown, your favorite panties, perfumed, did my hair, all just to be with you in bed. I need you to touch me…
“The car will be here any minute” in remind you. I listened to you arguing, convincing, disputing, for hours, drifting off to the intonations of a man whose voice alone can move mountains. It’s biological. I revel in you possessing me. No wonder men follow you. All of it, my marking of you, my warning to other kitties that you have a woman who will do anything to keep what is hers.
