Purr
Must recall your approach
Your dress was fetish
Your movement so cattish
Purred and purred
A fish on shallow wave
Finally I approved to a kiss
Touching of our four lips
It tasted tuna or sardine…
Without oil; Seven-Seas
Then I rolled in the bed
No body next to me
Neither top, nor under
Held tight on my pillow
You, my Ex, were dream!
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