Your tiny head nestles into the crook of my neck, my arm supports the bend of your spine and we share our warmth. My spare hand strokes your front. I allow my fingers to trace paths down your chest, meandering along the length of your body, white, patches of black and brown and faintest glimpse of pink beneath sparser hairs. Your eyes gaze directly into mine, you do not flinch or turn away, those deep, black pools reflecting my face, distorted.
What would you tell me, if you could? Would you repeat the loving words I murmur to you? Would you chuckle when I bury my face into your chest and rub my nose against your cheek, whispering simple nothingsof love? Your look conveys nothing except your trust, binding. A contract, everlasting between us.
You are more my child than anything I could produce with another of my species and when your paws fan the air near my lips, begging for more tangible affection, I would deny you nothing.
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Inspiration: I wanted to write about my dog tonight. So I did.
What would you tell me, if you could? Would you repeat the loving words I murmur to you? Would you chuckle when I bury my face into your chest and rub my nose against your cheek, whispering simple nothingsof love? Your look conveys nothing except your trust, binding. A contract, everlasting between us.
You are more my child than anything I could produce with another of my species and when your paws fan the air near my lips, begging for more tangible affection, I would deny you nothing.
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Inspiration: I wanted to write about my dog tonight. So I did.
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I would really welcome constructive comments or perhaps even some inspiration. To be honest , I would settle for some encouragement.