Lost Kitty

the smell of his
skin, infusion of
amber & musk

makes me purr
like a Kitty he is
catnip for sure

Not even one
eau de toilette
can compete

with his scent

i bury my face
in the pillow he
slept on for days

after every date

& masturbate to
the memory of
L on top of me

dominating me

him pressing his
enticing presence
indelibly across my

smitten kitty existence