Love of Alfred
Oh, Alfred, my beloved, do not go
Do not leave, but warmth to me bestow,
Lie beside me in my bed all night
Succour me when stormy dreams affright.
Oh , Alfred, tis your eyes that turn me on
The green and golden light is never gone.
Affection constant, touch and feeling shared.
I am not embarrassed when you stare.
For you , the gallant male, have ever seen
My naked form well lit by Jove’s sunbeams
And if I wear a gown of winceyette
You love it ,as it’s made for paws of cat.
Alfred ,we can’t marry yet I fear.
Cats can’t read the Book of Common Prayer.
Copyright © Katherine Thwaite | Year Posted 2016