Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty
For Debbie the moment is now.
There may be anticipation
For a future event, such as dessert,
But I'm skeptical of even that.
Every moment is a choice
Of sensations, and she will always
Choose the more pleasurable.
This makes her happy. This
Makes Debbie a fourteen
Year old child, one that will smack
Johnny upside the head
If that would amuse her, or
Let him ejaculate inside her, either way.
Debbie is a happy presence
On the ward, but a handful
For the staff. If she isn't visible,
She's off in corner with Pooh's
Jar of honey, dipping with both hands.
Debbie is oversized for her age.
The thrift store dresses they find
For her are too short, too tight,
Hips and bosom spilling over,
But oh so easy to lift up. That girl
Likes to feel good, and who doesn't?
Debbie's default expression
Is bemusement, but she can do
A great, girl, whachu talkin bout?
And turn on her heels
With the best of them, leaving
Your last word hanging in mid-air
Like a stone waiting to drop.
Her ability for guileless innocence
Is equally evident, a request
For cooperation is met with a smile,
But has no effect. None.
Is she a Buddhist or a Hedonist?
Neither, she is the ward's kitten,
Purring, always to be found
In the warmest, coziest corner
Doing exactly as she pleases.
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-07-18 at 06:03
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