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When Light Dips Low
A morning ends when the light dips low.
A smile welcomes me and her steps are slow.
The lock clicks as we draw close.
Her room holds a soft, deep repose.
Her drawers fall. Dark skin glows bright.
I lay her down for an afternoon out of sight.
My hand finds her softer side.
Our breaths roll in a slower tide.
Hours pass as the feline within purrs and purrs,
And this rendezvous fades into low blurs.
Then a warm wind comes inside her pane
Caressing the feline within with glistering rain.
