At night the time is ripe enough to mate:
In close proximity, we duly prowl
Thro’ slumb’ring streets advancing, cheek by jowl,
With caution like a tiger’s guarded gait.
For us, our claws convey both love and hate,
Into the sea, our songs we shriek and howl
Of treachery and longing hear us yowl;
Bewitching all with beauty is our fate.
For you, I am your ever-loving slave -
Upon your feline charms I’d happ’ly sup!
To have you by my side is all I crave,
Like cream tea we could lap each other up.
Oh! What loving phrases we could hiss
While resting by the hearth in endless bliss.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
At night the time is ripe enough to mate:
In close proximity, we duly prowl
Thro’ slumb’ring streets advancing, cheek by jowl,
With caution like a tiger’s guarded gait.
For us, our claws convey both love and hate,
Into the sea, our songs we shriek and howl
Of treachery and longing hear us yowl;
Bewitching all with beauty is our fate.
For you, I am your ever-loving slave -
Upon your feline charms I’d happ’ly sup!
To have you by my side is all I crave,
Like cream tea we could lap each other up.
Oh! What loving phrases we could hiss
While resting by the hearth in endless bliss.
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