Rosaline Honeycock

I have a penchant for collecting small clippings of prose and poetry; am partial to sitting in bed with a good book; love Florence + The Machine, and look dangerously sexy in a pair of red fuck-me pumps.
She rocks by an open window, slowly reclining out to sea with the calming, soft-spoken waves of sleep. One paw lays fastened lazily over her swollen belly, whiskers twitching with the cool summer breeze. Like ripples meeting to kiss the bare, exposed shoreline, slumber washes over her and sends her adrift. Tufts of fur rise and fall like waves caressed by the wind’s tender touch. Lost in the sweet honeydew of chamomile dreams, a low, rumbling purr of contentment emanates deep in her throat. She sleeps.

She rocks by an open window, slowly reclining out to sea with the calming, soft-spoken waves of sleep. One paw lays fastened lazily over her swollen belly, whiskers twitching with the cool summer breeze. Like ripples meeting to kiss the bare, exposed shoreline, slumber washes over her and sends her adrift. Tufts of fur rise and fall like waves caressed by the wind’s tender touch. Lost in the sweet honeydew of chamomile dreams, a low, rumbling purr of contentment emanates deep in her throat. She sleeps.

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    Rosaline is perfect
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