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Kitty Kat



Warm kitty, moist kitty, let him untie your bow

Spread your legs and be his intimate hoe

He knows your lewd desires without you telling

The concentrated flicks of his tongue will have you yelling

To the top of your lungs with years of hidden lust

Inhale and exhale if you must

Relax and let him give you his hard bone

Warm to the touch and stiffer than stone

Stroke after stroke will begin to poke

At that button causing you to feel stoked

Kitty Kat will tighten up and clamp 

Your juices, as juicy as they please, will grow damp

Beneath your full moon

Your orgasm will punctually arrive soon

The puddle will sneak out of your garden

He’ll beat it up so supremely that he won’t need a pardon


Your Kitty Kat is stronger than you know

She’s so tight that he won’t ever tell you no

She’s a Soprano while he is a baritone

That slings and swings lower than a silenced microphone


Kitty Kat was the lock and his bone was the lost key

That you waited for


Warm kitty, moist kitty, let Big Papa make that pussy purr. 

You can handle every inch as the good girl you are. 

Claw and scratch at his back and his sheets. 


Foxy little Kitty Kat,

Let Big Papa conquer you as a lion conquers his lioness. 



© 2024 Mia J

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