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My Gentleman

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My gentleman.

Or maybe not.

A black and tan German Shepherd,

never enjoyed hugs.

All of

the demonstrated enthusiastic.

delightful behavior,

the pure, innocent face of a smile.

All of this, with the intention of impelling you to

be with him

tossing that hole-ridden,

dopey looking,

emerald green stuffed frog toy,

dominated by animal hairs and unidentifiable smudges.

He’ll set everything up for you.

When seated,

you’ll be served a dripping wet frog toy in your arms by a drooling mouth.

Tirelessly.

Again and again.

He will serve it to you,

Until I turned down the frog.

I’m fatigued.

I require to be nourished by anything soft and energetic.

I slowly spread my fingers and

murmuring his name under my breath,

scratched my fingertips

to the velvety flanks of his supple tummy.

I slip each of my fingers through the smooth, squishy, warm,

a universe of the silky coat.

Gradually, they traced their path

from the belly

to the back.

to the neck.

The hair on the neck varies a bit.

The soft field of hairs is tempered with a little bit of stiffer, coarser, more subtle, slightly longer hairs.

It’s sweet.

It was as if from half-way up in the air.

Suddenly falling into a velvet cloud.

One second.

One second.

Is he relishing this moment?

I could almost touch the vigorous throbbing beneath the skin.

Two seconds.

The wheezing is growing louder.

Three seconds...

The silvery softness slipped away under my fingers like flowing sand.

Didn’t pay any attention to my desire for retention.

While I was still stewing over those three seconds of bliss.

A dirty, damp green frog

appeared on my lap.

I sighed,

frustration and despair surrounded by a little bit of aggravation.

He was sprawled in front of the glass window

like a cat,

looking outside.

He never lays at my feet.

But rather at a distance from me.

Once in a while,

He slouches and scoots his head,

With a grumbling gaze in his eyes,

he looks at me.

A sigh of relief.

I like your innocence.

Sincere intimacy.

The companionship without intention.

You’re doing something great.

A thing that you don’t have to do anything about.

Just being there in peace is touching my fractured soul.

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