Sexy Pussy Cat
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This is fiction, does not represent my occupation, and has been prepared for a specific poetry contest. So relax.
Your small kitten ears point up to the sky,
They’re black, fluffy and soft, made of silk.
And you stand on all fours, back arched like a church,
As you lick from your bowl full of milk.
Then your eyes look up, pleading for tender,
Pleading for touch, to be loved and embraced.
And you reach your claws out, webbed amongst mine,
And our fingers become interlaced.
You delicately stroke your cheek against mine,
Up, down, all around, then you emit a soft purr.
Then your claws gradually strip down the length of my back,
And I know that you’re no amateur.
I love you, my lover, I love your love kinks,
I love your uniforms, your suits and top hat.
I especially love when you dress up as a pussy,
When you become my wanton woman, my cat.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016
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