Once around, twice around
Three times
Still
Small feet by the bed, by your bed
His body shivers, athletic form losing itself in a long stretch
He moves in a way you long to be able to, instead you long, hungry for his freedom.
You watch the calm green eyes of a predator
— Your predator. Each kill is for you, with pride.
He watches you, waiting, you turn to liquid when he is near,
you would die for him, you love to lose your existence.
He curls up on your chest, whiskers tickling your nose.
It’s done.
A different species owning you, the thrill of subjugation,
Atlas may drop the sky and rest at last.
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