Bandora's Pox (Her Affliction)byMaria2394©
She rumbled wild with mysterious and
her outcome was usually wet-cat furious
acute fits of joy affecting her countenance,
wrestling her smile into a contortionist,
her face with back-bent knees.
Summoned as if she were man's best friend,
she was top-cat heavy with her own self esteem
and all the envious bitch-cats despised her.
Figment is how I addressed her
when she would listen, and I admired
Her profound ability to concentrate,
and I inquired as to her personal method
of attracting an appropriate mate.
Be sexy, just be sexy, flaunt your pussy
She turned tail then winked and swaggered.
Bandora bristled as she wriggled
like a flea into the uncombed fur
of my own perverted mind.
©2005 by J. Walczesky