The cat was out.....

The cat was out.....

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The cat was out....
Those limitations
became limitless
when you undressed
your emotions, opened
" the cat out of the bag!"
Once, suppressed.
Wild the nights
unbridled passion
you unleashed
with your claws.
I felt the lust
with every scratch
yours.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 31, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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