(“Stay still kitty, hold on…”)
She was over my lap, where I love having her, where I love squeezing her, where the view is immaculate.
(“Good girl, don’t wiggle, it’s low light…”)
I wanted you to see what I see, I stretched my arms up above to try and get a birds eye view. Every time I do this I remember there’s no way to capture exactly what I see. I always get the best angle with my own eyes.
(“Purrrrfect, good girl Kitten…”)
I can feel her excited breathing, her rib cage expanding so slightly against my thighs, her skin warm and electric under my palms. I forget about taking pictures at all.
Kitten - Persephone Party (2023)