She assaults me in darkness;
Attacking my poor, abused hand.
Staring at me through piercing blue peepers;
Only because she knows I won't repremand.
Stroking the woman perched on my lap,
Thoroughly enjoying her evident pleasure.
She closes her eyes for her afternoon nap,
Her chocolate fur, radiating in sunlight.
When I stop stroking her, she gives me a tap.
Peering out the window, watching winged creatures;
That is her definition of a nice afternoon.
Watching the scaly-tailed furball before dinner,
Licking her lips while lying by the moon;
She savours the simple joys of life.
While some would call our relationship odd,
We think of it as all that we know.
We do not argue over the exhistance of God,
We do not have to make time for eachother,
Nor do we fight over a young man named Todd.
When the pounding in my head clears;
The jingle of a little bell soothes my mind.
While I am insecure and have many fears;
A petite form is there for comfort,
She kisses me with her sandpaper tongue.
During bad times, her sweet love appears.
While she attacks my feet from inside of my sheets,
When she wakes me up in the middle of the night,
Whether she is stealing the bag of bread or her treats,
She is still the best friend anybody could ask for.
Not just a friend, companion of only Elite's.
Of a virgin mind and light origin;
Of curiosity and love for all;
Holding only innocence within;
She is extraordinaty; big or small. |
Submission Name: Elite Puss
