A Nightmare

byNigel Debonnaire©

A sweet evening on a comfy couch,
listening to the gentle melody
of dishes from the kitchen.
Full and happy,
hard and horny.
In a few moments, she
will come with soft cushiony
warmness I long to embrace;
she longs for my softness and hardness, too.
Dinner still lingers in the air,
with hints of sultry pheremones.
Suddenly, familiar searing pain,
torrents unleashed,
eyes geyser-flooding:
Damn, she has cats!
Cats, cats, cats!
Stagger kitchenward, open the door
whimper the alarm:
“Sorry, gotta go, so sorry,”
before dashing out to fresh air,
gulping huge, clean breaths,
but the dander will not leave completely,
and I fish for my car keys
tears streaking my cheeks.

I wonder if fresh flowers in the morning
will persuade her to my place,
if she would ever understand.

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