The Cat Uses the Box
What he says, are you looking at.
Just picturing you naked, and on your knees,
With your face between My legs I say,
But in the interest of feminine social cues, hahahanothing?
Sudden bite down I could split you wide.
When he rams My mouth and hauls My hair in an
Empty exhibition of dominance,
It is the laws of physics that force My head.
When I look up at him
From between his legs I make sure to show him all My teeth.
When he pushes My head down into the crack of the couch
gripping Me by My neck,
I immediately feel like kevin
when he says cats have to be shoved face down,
into their own filth,
so that they know not to shit on the floor again.
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