He tries to sneak up,
but she can smell him coming,
his workout complete.
She knows that he's there,
but he likes playing this game,
so she ignores him.
Giving him her back,
she's slowly unbuttoning,
fanning his desire.
Now he's against her,
his maleness encompassing--
he's her entire world.
He kisses her neck,
his prickly whiskers scratching
away her layers.
His hands come forward,
her hands reach backward for him,
all part of their dance.
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