Baby maybe this poor cat is hissing.
That kitten's always underfoot, licking her paws
I think she likes you..
She won't leave.
And you're wearing a button up?
It's nice.
Then this purring whirling stirs the air.
Her voice so way down low you can barely hear her.
So fucking fancy and feline.
The fierce flirty flick of a feminine tail.
Fiasco.
Baby maybe I don't care.
One faltering footfall,
And you leap into the lion's den.
I'll let go--less is more with you.
I keep a canine.
A constant.
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