I love Mr Toby,
Miss Tibby says,
lying on her bed,
with her red and white
flowered two-piece
bed suit on,
with legs raised,
lifting him skywards
in her hands,
(she fresh showered).
Mr Tibby,
she calls,
kissing his paws,
a bluey-white,
where will you,
my darling,
sleep tonight?
He wags his tail,
either from fright
or trying his charms,
dangling from
her hands and arms,
and sexily meows
oft repeatedly.
She shakes her head,
pushing her black
haired head, into
the marshmallowy
pink pillow.
Where are you going
to lay your head, My Toby?
She says, sensing
his tail wag
between her thighs,
( a bit like Henry did,
but he told lies),
you can't sleep with me,
you naughty puss,
can't nest your
furry head beside
my head,
in my soft
and snugly bed,
can't sleep here.
He purrs loudly;
she can sense the slight
vibrations along her arms.
Bad boy,
trying your charms,
she says, (just like Henry
did purring between
my thighs with those
drinkable eyes).
Mr Toby begins to wiggle,
either to be put
down and to lie,
or run away and play.
She smiles,
and kisses his nose,
and puts him on the bed
beside her head,
and he snuggles down
against her breasts,
purring mildly,
(just as Henry did,
but he more wildly).