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Cats - a pseudo- erotic poem
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Archive-name: cats-not-grey
copyright 1984
Wanda Wolfe
I have a Beast in me.
Sometimes she's a sleek black panther,
graceful and lovely,
gliding through the night.
She's soft and seductive then,
and makes me ache with longing.
Sometimes she's a playful Persian cat,
frisky and feminine,
frolicking through the day.
She's cute and clever then,
and makes me laugh with joy.
Sometimes she's a mangy alley cat,
cunning and quick,
slinking through back yards.
She has no conscience then,
and makes me cringe with despair.
Sometimes she's a haughty lioness,
proud and defiant,
stalking the jungle for prey.
She's strong and awesome then,
and makes me throb with desire.
I have a Beast in me.
Sometimes she creeps in subtly
and seduces me.
Her scent wafts across my senses
and I quiver with suppressed excitement.
Sometimes she springs from hiding
and attacks me.
Her scream cuts through my awareness
and I shudder with sudden overwhelming passion!
Sometimes she's just a kitten
and I can control her,
Even though she trembles
under the touch of my restraining hand.
But sometimes she's filled with strength
and overpowers me;
And I race to the safety
of the mousehole in my cluttered soul.
I have a Beast in me.
Sometimes she toys with me,
batting my soul back and forth
between her front paws,
Catching it by the tail
at that precise instant
in which it would have been free.
Sometimes she burns me
with flames so high and hot
that she consumes me,
Leaving only scarlet embers
and gray ashes
in her wake.
Sometimes she soothes me,
and sings to me softly,
and caresses me,
Until I find relief
from the fever
and set her free.
And sometimes.....
Sometimes she's Glorious
and takes me with her
to heights of ecstasy
Mere mortals could never conceive of.
Sometimes... oh, sometimes...
I have a Beast in me.
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