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A Form of Indiscretion ©

Bryon D. Howell
Connecticut, USA

I never should have given you so much
so much attention each and every night.
I think she is addicted to my touch -
likes fingers through her hair all nice and light.
She loves it when I kiss her soft soft neck,
I rub her face and she goes right to sleep.
Sometimes she shocks and looks like, "What the heck?"
Yet she forgives me, she has fallen deep.
She makes the cutest sounds when she's content -
she yawns sometimes and sneezes in my face.
Somewhere along the line the manners went!
I've hooked her, now she's plum forgot her place.
She'll watch me write, make jealous sounds again -
the cat's convinced I'm cheating -- with a pen.

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