A spur of the moment write

So Loving

As I enter the room,
She comes to me,
And asks, - demands –
“so, do you love me?”
I nod, smile, and reach,
My hand caressing her face.
“Hmm, you do not love me,”
She says, pushing into my palm.
“Only, know this, you are mine.
All the same.”
My fingers dance along her spine,
She arches, green eyes widening.
“Oh, yes, yes, just there,”
As I press, firmly,
Lovingly, affectionately.
“I do love you,”
I whisper,
Scratching beneath her chin.
“What’s not to love,”
She says, boxing my hand,
Before returning to her basket,
Her contended purr,
Speaking a thousand words.

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Karin Anderson
I suspected it was a loving cat as I read down the page when she arched with green eyes widening (lol) and I love it all. Wonderful conversations you two have and "her contented purr, speaking a thousand words" is just gorgeous. Lots of smiles from me now....
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Sylvia Marquetta
Oh this is beautiful! I like the way you crafted these thoughts into words. I adore cats and my feline is also very demanding at times.
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oldchampagnelady
I will love (and keep) this special writing of yours forever
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magnolia
ah, the twist at the end was purrfect ! Maggie x
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