Silently, he watches her -
                              she combs her
                                   long hair out.
                        The silky tresses
                               cascading
                                    down her back.
                        She slips into her nightie,
                               I'm coming,
                                        my pet.
                        A few more touches,
                              here, there..a
                                    a final look.
                        He, seeing her coming
                               gives wide berth
                                      in the bed.
                        As she pulls back
                                  the covers....
                        He awaits her touch,
                                  the light out,
                        She turns and strokes
                                        his fur.
                        .....He purrs.....

Kay Ekwall©1998