Bandora's Pox (her affliction)

She rumbled wild with mysterious and
her outcome was usually wet-cat furious
acute fits of joy affecting her countenance,
wrestling her smile into a contortionist,
vigorously accosting
her face with back-bent knees.

Summoned as if she were man's best friend,
she was top-cat heavy with her own self esteem
and all the envious bitch-cats despised her.
Figment, is how I addressed her
when she would listen, and I admired

Her profound ability to concentrate,
and I inquired as to her personal method
of attracting an appropriate mate.

Be sexy, just be sexy, flaunt your pussy and purr.

She turned tail then winked and swaggered,
and bristled as she wriggled
like a flea into the uncombed fur
of my own perverted mind.

©2005 by J. Walczesky

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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JM is a Southern girl who spends her days with family and a multitude of pets, or quietly tending her garden. Some of her work appears online at The Red River Review, Thieves Jargon and mannequin envy, and is upcoming at The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature.