Kitten ~ Cyn
You may hear of somethin’ queer
When yer quartered close and near
With a Kitten who is nakie under covers…
But when it comes to pleasure
This is where a man is measured…
An’ ye will think twice before askin’ her if she brought it!
Now in Pittsburgh’s chilly clime,
‘Where I spend all of me time,
‘A sittin’ in front o’ a 13.5 inch viewable computer screen…
Of all them women that were after me,
The only one that ever boof’d me,
‘Was the three hundred-mile away one named, Kitten-Cyn…
Yes, she was Cyn! Cyn! Cyn!
Ya’ erotic female temptress Kitten-Cyn!
Ya’d best pack yer overnight case
‘An be a’ headin’ out down to my place…
An’ we’ll ‘ope the neighbors won’t complain about all the din!
An’ when on a sheet of white I lay
With a Kitten not held at bay…
Where the odor o’ stale cigarettes would make yer bloomin’ skivvies damp…
I gasped out, "No! Please don’t!"
...An’ she made me eyeballs float…
‘Then she smiled when she remembered it was I who was havin’ the gotta go
pee-pee cramps!
It was In! In! In!
Good God! I can’t believe the size o’ that thin’!
Ya better lube up that piece o’ plastic
A’ fore me arse loses its elastic…
An’ I’ll be a’ limpin’ toward the hospital with it in!
The clothes she wore that night,
They fitted her just right…
While my garments lie all a’ crumpled and in o’ heap a’ layin’ on the
floor…
For my cute butt was to be had, an’ the Kitten she was glad…
When she placed the "Do not Disturb" sign upon the motel door.
Fer she was sayin’, "In! In! In!… Ya pervert! Now tis my turn to shove
it up an’ in!"
"I see that virgin bunghole and I’ll bury this toy within it,
An’ if’n yer still wigglin’ when I do it,
By the All Mighty… I jus’ may do it again!"
She would kneel upon the bed
An’ demand a drink after givin’ head…
An’ she didn’t seem to have a fear o’ gulpin’ cream…
If I screamed or moan’d or groan’d,
She’d make loud noises to keep in tune
…An’ she’d be happier to have us filmed an’ then watched us on Porn TV
Yes, she’d say, "In! In! In!"
"I’ve been a’ waitin’ fer this moment fer a very long time!"
An’ when her batteries ran dry,
Ya could hear her curse then softly sigh…
While I made plans fer me demise and to protect me hide.
With her goody bag on the table,
She would prove that she was able
She’d smile coyly… an’ on occasion a cute joke she’d sometimes crack…
If I didn’t grin or laugh,
‘Jus feigned innocence at that,
Ya could bet yer head she’d be a’ squeezin’ on me sack!
Yes, "In! In! In!"
She’d scream out me name so loud the occupants next door would hear,
An’ when the bed began a’ shakin’
With the covers all over creation…
I’d have to remind her that the wafer thin walls do have ears!
…An’ I shan’t ferget the night,
When I dropped from sheer delight…
With a vibratin’ toy where me bunghole should o’ been
I was bleedin’ mighty bad…
An’ the look on her face wasn’t sad…
But one of sheer frustration cuz I’d not taken all she’d bade
It was, "In! In! In!"
"Moan harder, whilst I slip it in!"
Here’s a hetro with a vibrator buried deep!
Ya better place yer rubber-gloved hand
Near his prostrate gland!
Fer Gawds sake get a tampon for poor ol’ Jim!
Then she carried me away, To where a box of Kotex lay…
An’ the housekeepin’ staff entered and the chambermaid screamed
She placed me on the rug,
Her foot squashed me tally-whacker like a bug…
"I hope ya liked yer exploratory," sez Kitten-Cyn.
Me face was burnin’ bright,
An’ she then turned off all the lights…
An’ placed one more kick from her pointed boot to me formally cute ole rear!
Then she’d laugh that evil laugh…
While I’d be a’ crawlin’ toward the bath…
An’ she’d threaten to tell the Lobby Rats that I were queer!
Yes, "In! In! In!"
"Ya pathetic squeamish worm!" she’d be a’ yellin’ at me.
While the sweat formed on me brow,
I’d make noises like a cow…
An’ have to fake me orgasm so she’d not be so damned mean
So I’ll meet her later on
In that Sex Shoppe place that she has gone…
‘Where books, toys and latex fill the shelves
She’ll be employed by a red-suited man
Product testing things first hand,
An’ I’ll again be lubed and probed fer all eternity
By Kitten-Cyn!
Yes, "In! In! In!"
Ya naughty lil’ bugger, Cyndie-Kitten!
Though I tickled ya when I was able,
I never robbed the cradle,
Yer a better man with a vibrator than I am, Kitten-Cyn!
JWS,
*LOL* (from a funny thought-idea concocted in cahoots with the
"Kitten")
19 Feb 00, 3:12 PM
…And Mister Kipling? Where ever you are, my most sincere apology sir.
2nd rewrite: 20 Feb 00, 5: 51 PM