the velvet, ivory scarf
she wears around her neck
has shining, liquidbeauty
more delicate than cashmere.
as she stretches slowly, slowly
into sleepfulness
her legs become a softpurrsong;
an entire being
moving through magical,
rhythmic, lullabyes.
when you stroke her underside
it becomes a”don’t ever stop”
toy,
as her dark, perfect, pointed ears
deepen with delight.
she is the essence of a beautiful,
graceful,
goddess.
as you sink into her eyes
you are lost
knowing you’ll never want
to leave.
unless she pushes you away
with her strong, curling tail

( for Valkyrie)