He's a cat.
A black cat, to be exact.

And he has the hair for it,
The attitude too.

So elusive and persuasive.
But he doesn't really care.

He's nice to everyone
but me.

I feed him with food
And all the attention in the world

Give me it back.
Give me your time.

I want to touch him,
but we've never even pressed
skin together

I want to taste him.

He isn't even attractive.
He's just..him.

But I want to know if
His breath tastes bad
and if his lips are soft

I want to know how soft
He is.




A black cat that rubs your leg,
But bites you with every pet.