
Licking back fur,
black fur glistens, wet
cries and shakes, blood
a fresh little felines
cling to soft breasts.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs

Licking back fur,
black fur glistens, wet
cries and shakes, blood
a fresh little felines
cling to soft breasts.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe!
Want more? Check out my Patreon page!
-Alina