A NightmarebyNigel 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,
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.