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in bed together
purr and
growl
scratch
tickle
hindlegs,
haunches
preen
possum
obvious
and climb
beside
ourselves
a little
vanish
fancies,
prowl
all nights
one
sidle, cosy
here’s a tip touch
fur for fun
or stroke
antennae
sometimes
single-celled as well
expanding
burble on
worm way in to
affection
army tummy on
the march
we wordless
and traverse
the web
some days far
down in the clock
rain for an
idea
dark as under
the intending
one aches
into the other
birds telling
out
like rooster
dawn
sensational!
it’s every
animal
time spending
us again, again
in bed
just as we
are
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