Old Feelings
Be nice to wake up this way . . .
HANG ON SLOOPY
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR DADDY DO
CUZ YOU KNOW SLOOPY GIRL I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU
I wail, as I sashay, and clean your perfect cinder block home,
Mrs. Brisby,
starting at one end, and polishing this sucker with loving detail,
cleaning it upside down, with an insane, occult passion,
all for the love of you.
My heart is beating wild out of my mouse changeling chest,
and THEN you come home,
and surprise me!
Smiling, and looking oh so rosy, and stunning in your pink dress, and hair all down,
you knock that broom out of my stunned, and shaking paw,
and float me to your bedroom with your diamond eyes,
oh so goddess-like.
Together, in your feather downy bed,
With
LIGHTNING STRIKING AGAIN
blaring out of the radio,
you lie against me, and kiss my breast, making me moan as I wrap my paws around your illustrious capsule. With one of your paws at the same time, you caress my appearing meager, but not so small, mouse cock, commencing to lick my neck with your sweet eel slick tongue.
My paws find your sugar pie hole, and soon, we are getting each other off with each other's paws, as my nervous lips play around one of your perfect round pink nipples, licking it to perfection. Your sweet moaning gets me harder, precum soon evolving to heavy splashes of royal mouse cum all over your celestial form. Soon, I feel the inner workings of your pussy gush forth with a timeless liquid, and my once nervous paws are no longer shaking, but are relaxed, and soaked with your blessing of love.
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
Falling asleep at a northeastern angle on you, we whimper, and moan, to each other. Soon, the children come in from their adventures, and they know to stay away from Mama's room, the smell of animal passion clear, and thick, in the air.
I wake up hours later.
Your eyelashes are so long, and I play with them. They are like strands of silk reaching out high towards the ceiling window, revealing a pitch blue sky with thousands of white snowflake stars. Far on the other side, lies Timothy.
"Dear," I whisper.
You stir. "Yes?"
"Timmy is in bed."
DON'T MAKE ME OVER
NOW THAT YOU DO HOW I ADORE YOU
Your eyes glow on mine, a perfect blue, and you sigh contented;
"yes, he is".
SOMETHING HERE INSIDE
CANNOT BE DENIED
SMOKE GETS IN YOUR EYES
"Well, don't you think I should go?"
But you just place a thin furred finger to my lips,
and beckon me to sleep more,
and so I do.
And so I do, and so do you.
And now I know I am, for real, in love;
like I had any doubt before.
UNFORGETTABLE
THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE