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Pussy Cat
"Intellectual Foreplay" coming soon
Purring softly she begins,
Clawing slowly up each leg,
While slurring awfully feminine,
As her pawing turns to beg....
Posturing as if to form,
Some sign of my dominion,
Touching me as if a swarm,
Could form from my opinion ...
Stroking her in the domain,
She grooms with intuition,
Provoking her to part the mane,
Till there is no partition...
Then gripping her so she moves past,
The point of no returning,
Around my body and stopping as,
The scratches begin burning...
Finally she comes to rest,
In a place where she can lay,
So happily upon my chest,
Is where my pussy cat will play...
Terry
WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com
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