Almost poetry: Let me tell you…

You purr when I love you with my hands,
did you know?

A sound like a storm inside your chest,
where contentment and pleasure battle to rip your skin,
and bloom from your mouth,
and the only reason they stay inside
is your stubbornness,
and the promise of sleep,
and maybe my arms around you.

You purr and my bones mend,
did you know?

 

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