Black Kitty

He can’t be tied down,
But he can’t resist some good lovin’ either.
He bucked like a wild bronco
When we strapped on that first collar,
Fighting and jumping, leaping and scratching until that thing flew off
Never to be seen again.

Oh but he’s a lover.
Wild and free, he yearns for human hands,
Rubbing his black fur,
Built in pleasure cords, singing
A purr song of delight.


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