(a gen-x sonnet)
~from entry set #2 of Jade-Pandora's~
DUP's NaPoWriMo Competition
I love to feel the purring of your cat,
To feel the warmth and softness of her fur.
Her muscles sing with every touching that
I bring with stroking hand that makes her purr.
I love to gauge her weight upon my lap,
To have her stretch and move and circle there.
To spread the subtle gracing of her knap,
And find that spot that makes her come aware.
I love her lapping wetness on my hand,
That she would cover me with her perfume.
She coats me in her sent, to set her brand.
When I coat her in love, her purrs resume.
I do so love the hums my petting stirs,
And she the petting man that loves her purrs.