she says,
purring like
the kitten she is.
warm
and snug against me.
your feet are cold,
she says.
don't you want to put them
into the warm
sand
along the coast?
she lifts her leg beyond
the blanket,
the sheets
and says look, stretching
her leg
towards the ceiling fan.
look how pale i am.
come on, my love.
let's pack a bag and get
out of here.
stay a week.
i'll make it worth your
while, she says,
with another purr,
then a very convincing
wink.
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