LOL, of course, you would have a beer loving cat!!! What a character, (the cat)!!
"LOL, of course, you would have a beer loving cat!!! What a character, (the cat)!!"
A character(!), you have the gift of understatement when it comes to that cat! He's been known to mug dogs, eat hot chili, and seems to love the smell of cigars. In the next life I'm coming back as the cat of a liquor store owning, cigar smoking, drink crazed, sensualist blond cat lover!
Firelight Frolics
The mirror above the hall table reflects the firelight,
amid soft fire-orange glow dancing on wood paneling.
Deep dark wood loves such light, so warm, admiring,
setting the evening’s tone somehow so very, very right.
I light the candles in their stain glass lantern realms,
where they preside over the evening’s pace and passion.
and in that way, they set the mood on silken fashion,
as I let the hot oil slide in sensual flow across my palms.
Massage so slow and deep to relax you into a trance,
letting you drift as you begin the climb softly slow.
Touch builds on touch, the fire rising after so low,
and the evening begins to heat up in this loving dance.
Whispers echo in the firelight and soft our needs,
becoming glowing embers to raging blaze so quick.
We seem to know the next move; oh that’s the trick,
no second guessing perfection for such amorous deeds.
Fire on the silken plain levels all before its heat,
and passion rules us in a triumphant celebration.
Ecstasy is a drug filled with fireworks and elation,
powerful beyond belief, though its reign is fleet.
Soft, the night enfolds us as we sink into oblivion,
as wave after wave carries us into deeper dreams.
We grasp so little of what just passed it seems,
yet its there in our minds, no mere abluvion.
Moonlight slides over us in our tangled embrace,
glistening on our sweat shared, love warm skin.
We are lost to the world, and care not in our spin,
for we have won our shared and exhilarating race.