She curls at my feet in the lamplight glow,
Soft as a secret only we know,
A bell at her throat hums a silver purr,
Each step a promise, each glance a stir,
She learns the language of touch and tone,
A tilt of my chin, she’s never alone,
Eyes wide with wonder, mischief, and trust,
A game of consent wrapped gently in lust,
She stretches, feline, slow and coy,
Claiming the room as her favorite toy,
I trace devotion along her spine,
Not owning her heart, she gives it by design,
A whisper, a leash, a laugh in the dark,
Her smile a small flame warming all it finds,
She isn’t small, she simply chooses,
The joy of play she freely uses,
Tonight she’s a kitty, soft and brave,
Tomorrow a queen no rule could enslave,
But here in this moment, warm and free,
She curls closer, leaving quiet heat, for me to see.