Mrs R is a jealous pussy.
I sit close
And feel her fur.
She’s between us
I can hear her purr.
My hands are so antsy
I want to touch.
We’re on the couch
I want you so much.
But Mrs R intrudes
Mews purrs and licks.
You read the news
This cat has a few tricks.
Your cat is so prim
So proper and dignified.
She cleans her paws
And grins with pride.
I’m at a loss
Of what to do?
I want you completely
But your cat does too.
I put my lusting arm
Around your back.
I think tonight
We might be on track.
Mrs R purrs her growl
Moves territorially onto your lap,
Curls up. Damn that cat
I’m in her trap.
“Can Mrs R go outside?”
I innocently say.
Hoping beyond hope that
Tonight we can play.
“Not my Mrs R. Not my cat.”
You exclaim in retort
This is her home
This is her fort.
Every time I want
Your pussy,
Mrs R makes challenge
I end up a wussy.
Every time I try to kiss
Mrs R intrudes
To perfectly wreck
My romantic interlude.
Damn your cat
And her fluffy black fur
Damn Mrs R
And her conniving purr.
I want your pussy
So a vacation I plan
Good luck Mrs R
You’re staying with Maryann.
You look at your pussy
Trapped in her box
“Will you miss her John?”
“Oh yes.” My voice mocks.
As we board the plane to Bali
We wave to your cat
I grin a victor’s grin
“Goodbye Mrs R. Take that!”