That desire to feel you tightly curled up in my guts.
Feeling you struggling, softly whimpering and pleaing as I go about my day.
Fur filled belches, your taste lingering in the back of my throat.
The only proof you ever existed a drool soaked skull and heft on my hips.
You 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 so cute...
