In The Moment

The woman stroked the cat,
her mind on him.
They had been hot together.
Distance augmented
the heat of her desire.
Now here she was,
stroking her kitty,
as turned on as she had been before.

With every loving stroke,
the cat purred.
Lithe body arched into her touch,
nipping the woman's hand,
like a lover...

The woman stroked harder -
long, slow swathes,
each stroke a lustful touch.
She wanted him...and he wasn't here.
She lavished her lust
on petting the cat,
who arched,
and purred,
and mewled...

The woman gushed
as she stroked the cat,
dreaming of his hands
on her,
in her,
of his hard rod
stroking her.