Royalty
The sun falls on her skin
illuminating every curve.
Shadows pool in little dips and valleys,
creating the mystery of darkness.
The high arch of her cheekbones,
the soft swell of her breasts.
A regal feline brushes silky cream fur against her bare leg,
she reaches down absent-mindedly to pet it.
A gentle breeze plays with copper curls,
slanted green eyes glint with longing.
The cat perches gracefully beside her, turning its tiny face to the distance,
the two Queens survey their estate.
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cats
Often they are the masters of the house. Love the description and imagery here. Of course, I'm still mad because someone stole my cat, which may or may not exist. But I'll be okay. I will... I will.