Outstretched on the windowsill,
Strewn across the bed,
Silk ribbons and chiffon
Wound around their legs.
A world of Feline fancies
laid out by the door,
Indulge in the toy-box,
It’s here for you to paw:
A collar with a bell.
Feather ticklers from Hell.
An invitation for a petting,
Milk skin drenched in lace,
The Molly beckons you to join her,
Offers up a taste.
Cat calling,
And mauling.
Fur begs for a grooming,
Lap it up while you can.
The hourglass keeps on twisting,
Time stands still for no man.
Simple complexity,
Manufactured ecstasy...
...It’s all here if you want it,
All yours for a fee.
About the Creator
Rachel Lightfoot
I like to play with words.
Poems, mostly.
https://rachellightfoot.wixsite.com/my-site
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