Strange as it seems,
November schemes,
For Isi bears the moonlight gleam.
For as I saw
This fluffy awe
Ricardo, memes, on me bestow!
She melts my heart,
This kitten-tart
Propels me from the very start!
Yet, fill my soul!
And make me whole
Till I have reached the final goal.
You moonshine light,
That fills the night,
With lunar gleam and kitten blight.
And dear sweet cat,
I'll tell you that,
I'm fond of you, from sole to hat.
Of ears and tail,
I shall not fail
To feel your floof beyond the pale.
And they shall love
This morning dove
That's you, who's sent from up above.
Ah! Isi dear,
You make me steer
Towards your sight, your kitten-gear.
This kitten-gear!
So sweet and sheer
Shibari-knots dispel my fear.
Shibari-knots
And dazzling Goths
Victorian air, I breath a lot!
Sing high, my soul,
From pole to pole,
That you, my cat-girl, make me whole!
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC
Strange as it seems,
November schemes,
For Isi bears the moonlight gleam.
For as I saw
This fluffy awe
Ricardo, memes, on me bestow!
She melts my heart,
This kitten-tart
Propels me from the very start!
Yet, fill my soul!
And make me whole
Till I have reached the final goal.
You moonshine light,
That fills the night,
With lunar gleam and kitten blight.
And dear sweet cat,
I'll tell you that,
I'm fond of you, from sole to hat.
Of ears and tail,
I shall not fail
To feel your floof beyond the pale.
And they shall love
This morning dove
That's you, who's sent from up above.
Ah! Isi dear,
You make me steer
Towards your sight, your kitten-gear.
This kitten-gear!
So sweet and sheer
Shibari-knots dispel my fear.
Shibari-knots
And dazzling Goths
Victorian air, I breath a lot!
Sing high, my soul,
From pole to pole,
That you, my cat-girl, make me whole!
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