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!”