In sin

In this late night I find,
as I lightly finger-fluff
her Brillo fur,
a reflexive drawing back,
then a recant.
I go more more slowly and lightly,
and find that my wrist is gripped and guided.
I feign resistance by hooking a thumb in the lint trap,
but she is not amused.

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