Purr, purr, purr, and as you purr, I burn, as you purr I turn. Turn where? turn around, so I can see your bending spine. Spine? Spinal chord, tingling with electric jolts of white hot pleasure that make you purr and trash and turn in return. Your answer, enticing. My caress, lingering. To the end of your tail from the crown of your head my fingers map your back, my whiskers brush your fur. 'Tis hypnotizing, the way you shake in waves, waves that remind me the sea I watched with her as I tried to figure out how our lips fit together that weird night of December.
Who? And in return I ask 'why?', and it seems a neverending quest to find nothing. Who, of course it's you, of course it's her, of course it's her. Different answers to a same question, all valid, all true. The soulmate, the lover and the friend, each in their own world, each in their own place. The lion, the wolf and the wild cat, all purr and make me burn in return. All earn the stern look from the nonexistant above.
But today it is you, my angel, my ghost, my lion without so much as a mane yet. Today it is you, so far out of reach, yet so close, so in me, so in every cell o'mine. Today, always, forever.
Zusammen bis in den Tod, du und ich, wir. Wir wird immer zusammen bleiben, weil du bist ich und ich bin du.