Skinny-scenting, sensual and drums,
quiet times in memory,
touch my taste and odor;
beat my burns until they heat.
My trapper of felines whose legs part,
more and more, sensual in blue,
hot in black, nails dark,
at noon and half-past six.
Pull them tight, together; make them smoke.
Sunflower praying, heating up with
cooked-up fun – such sauce.
Breathe oil and grease; midday fun.
2012 Barry Comer