Posted by Atticus on August 17, 2006, at 19:56:45
Her decanting Chianti eyes
Showed not a flicker of surprise,
Not even an arched brow’s rise
When I asked her to come in.
Her indifferent feline sighs
To my slew of slurred purred lies
Taut denim across her thighs,
Oh baby, seems like such a sin.But I knew after just a few tries
A cat like her was much too wise
To ever be taken in,
To ever fall
For my Cheshire grin.We prowled through Central Park,
Sharpened our claws on tree bark,
I hunted for the feral spark
That would draw her through my door.
Her gaze glowed violet in the dark
A mysterious amethyst mark
For her this was just a lark
And would never be much more.We were just too much the same,
She knew too much about cat games
To ever be taken in,
To ever fall
For my Cheshire grin.
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