Jezebel
By hilary west
Tue, 17 Feb 2009
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A Jezebel
She seemed to be,
All the toms
Were sure to agree.
Often she would
Purr and preen,
Flashing claws
A quiet scream.
Nights out
On the tiles a-plenty,
Like a girl
Of one and twenty.
All she had,
She used so well,
Sensual, smiling,
Jezebel.
Then a litter
Did appear.
Pussies everywhere
We hear.
Motherly,
You must be joking,
Queen of Night
Was more in keeping.
Someone feline,
Keen on heaping
Treasure for herself
To steep in.
Sybaritic,
Yes indeedy
This human cat
Did never needy !
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MM I'm not sure why but for
Permalink Submitted by littlebit59 on
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I'm not sure why but for some reason this poem speaks to my inner pussy. Maybe it's because the hedonistic windows to my soul are so cat-like. Also I have been described as voluptuous. Whatever, I like it very much.
Jeanne
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MM I'll have to work on
Permalink Submitted by littlebit59 on
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I'll have to work on changing my user name now to reflect my new promotion. That's quite a leap from littlebit59 to Jezebel. I couldn't be more pleased. Thank you.
Jeanne
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