Still Here 🧵 1 of 2
by Crissy Bliss Addams

17 years ago,
she spoke to me from behind the glass
at the Humane Society —
not with a cry,
but a casual hello,
like we’d always known each other.

She’d was found on the streets,
a young mother with newborns.
Her kittens were adopted,
she was fixed,
and finally free to be chosen.
She chose me.
And I said yes.

She’s never been a lap cat.
But if when I'm peaceful,
she’ll sit nearby —
close enough to feel me,
far enough to be herself.

As she grew older,
she wanted to be outside more.
Not alone —
with me.
So I followed her into the sun,
into the quiet,
into the rhythm of her world.

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🔥 Return to the Flame
by Crissy Bliss Addams

I don’t wait—
I ache.
I stretch across hours
like silk pulled taut
over desire.

The bed misses your weight.
My body misses your caress.
I miss the way you unravel me
with a glance,
then stitch me back together
with your hands.

This is not patience—
it’s hunger.
It’s the slow burn
of a lioness pacing,
claws unsheathed,
mouth wet with want.

I am not lonely—
I am loaded.
Primed.
Every cell rehearsing
the choreography of our reunion.

You are the storm I crave.
The sweat.
The surrender.
The sacred heat
that makes me forget
everything but you.

Come home,
and I will show you
how love tastes
when it’s starved,
how pleasure feels
when it’s earned.

I am not waiting—
I am ready.
And when you walk through that door,
I will ignite again.
For you.
With you.
Into you.

🔥 I am the fire that never flickers—only flares when you return.

#EverlastingLove #LovePoems #BabyComeHome