The absence of Sir\'s fingertips is shrinking kittys little black heart into ash
missing is the roughness of their special love
pulling the images from the white smoke
lacking his wrist flicks and the sweet leather as it kisses her naked skin
gone are the tender licks of his sexual tongue and grazing teeth
tracing the creases of her neckline
whispering orders through his swelling lips
awol are Sir\'s ropes binding his kitty for pleasures sake
knotting kittys delicious body into place
while his fingers knead her succulent flesh