| Far away a feline fancy stretches and idly licks at the luxury of her fur, rolling onto her back winsomely waiting for someone to pet her. It’s not fair sometimes, because this sex kitten has kittens of her own who mew and maneuver for mama’s milk while she still hears the stirring call of the dark alley. I’ve set out a bowl of cream for this kitty treasure, hopelessly hoping, but she won’t come to Me, she cannot. Far away a babydoll dream licks her lips and fluffs her hair, posing in the heat of desire for her own camera, ferociously feeling her burning need to be played with. But it’s never fair, for this doll’s house demands her be its mistress while the action figure in her longs to bend to please. Every afternoon on the playground I wait alone in the dirt, moodily missing the toy that should be My favorite, but it is not Mine. The knowledge that she exists unattainably feels like scraping teeth beneath pleasing lips: there is a sting amid the bliss and I know I’ll be left raw again, still, I won’t let go of her hair. |
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