A Love Like That
By Silver Spun Sand
Sun, 03 Jan 2010
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She nudges your hand
with her head; you almost
spill your gin and tonic.
Flexes her claws: drags them
the entire length of your leg.
You grin and bear it.
She proceeds to pummel
your more than ample thighs;
a sign of affection, or at least
that’s what I’ve read.
You feel warm inside –
bleeding, but a little.
What I wouldn’t give for him
to love me like that.
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Sweet wistful poem :-)
Permalink Submitted by lenchenelf on
Sweet wistful poem :-) mine's three and half months old, sitting on my shoulder,purring and investigating my ear canal, makes typing interesting! xx
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new Silver-Spun-Sand great
Permalink Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver-Spun-Sand
great poem, do I detect by
lenchenelf comment it's a cat.
julie x cavalcader
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mine does the pummeling with
mine does the pummeling with claws out,ouch! sure it's just cupboard love though, :~}
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I prefer dogs but you
Permalink Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
I prefer dogs but you couldn't write something as romantic about dogs....mind you; slurp, lick, leg humping, hmmm, maybe ;)
The last two lines suggest more; lovely poem, with possibly a sub-text?
Your usual standards are upheld Tina ;) XXXX
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I love the poem Tina. Mine
I love the poem Tina. Mine enjoys walking across the keyboard as I'm typing and pummeling with claws out ;) Love the last lines.
Beeme xx
k.
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Beautiful poem Tina that
Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Beautiful poem Tina that does really give me a fuzzy feeling inside ;) I happen to be allergic to cats but surprisingly am a cat lover!
Magic xxx
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Hi Tina, this is a beautiful
Hi Tina, this is a beautiful poem that brought tears to my eyes as it reminded me of my beautiful ginger girl who passed away recently. She used to do exactly the same sorts of things too.
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new Silver-spun-sand Yes I
Permalink Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver-spun-sand
Yes I thought it was about "Chess".
My belated dad cat travelled from
seafront to top road, his home then.
They sense thing's so quickly."king"
white cat sit his shoulder he taught him take meat out his mouth, and rattle back door latch on a window sill, at the time get in.But "Marmalade" once
had a rat trap on his foot from an orchard.
muts go cold.
julie x
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a poem for a cat! well that
a poem for a cat! well that takes some love. only a woman or my messed up life can force me to get up in the morning and write stuff.
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