Darkness remembered
Sun burning through clouds
Moss mist scent
The music courts my heart

Velvet voice
Love's own eyes
Hot wet skin
Our thoughts dance and sing

Sleeping ocelot
Blinks and yawns
Power surges to paws
Scanning her domain

We fall into the green pond
Drinking each other
Rolling in our quenched hearts
Purring and nipping

Clouds make way for the sun to watch

To the Top of the Loft

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