TIMEWORN, GOLDEN AURORA STREAMS peak behind confidential curtains & meanders cross unburdened breadth til that feline is bathed in radiant sentiment . Effulgence accentuates all it graces ( from the minuscule follicles gathered upon formal slacks to the jellybean-toes twitching ever so slight ) yet, he does not rouse. Might cranium shift from one edge of Moran’s thigh to resting atop, but in ailing to yawn eyelids agape he’s acclimatized to where his place in the universe is forthwith ; where he’s intended to be in the world.
BESIDE SEBASTIAN MORAN.
Whether it be during his anthropomorphic composition ( when evenings were saturated in the uttermost amorous decoration, where fixation be posed to how fantastic their anatomies molded together in orchestrated exalted harmony & when laughter swelled in the atmosphere devised just for them ) or amid early mornings with the Cheshire snoozing at the dip of the curator’s bare definition of his hipbone ( paw & palm pleasantly bound in one another ) there be an ambiance of sanctuary perpetually developing with his beau. It be akin to same notion that prompted consent in revealing Cheshire demeanor. & oh how delighted he’s become after reconciliation.
Each coddle along his spine renders diminutive purrs vehement. Broad hand maneuvering across him as a whole in the most placid & calculated of designs foment skin obscured. Though only declared lovers for over a year, having been physically affectionate with one another couple of months prior, Sebastian’s caresses feel as that from a timeless groom that knew every dip & curve of his partner’s build. Purrs illuminate the room in dynamism that baffles denotation.
Stroke behind flickering ears is what subsequently kindles the kitten into vigilance ; limbs extending outward before curling under fluff. Could he repudiate innocent confessions of tenderness perceived by his actions, his vows? Of course! However, it seems more felicitous for ( as being a cat ) to knock his forehead against Sebastian’s palms with sandpapery, pink tongue caressing his boyfriend in the most sincere of ways he can asseverate.
‘ I know you are, but what am I? ‘
[he can’t pass up on a good quip when the opportunity presents itself. ]