HOUSE OF CATS

(a sonnet)

I wake to web-cam girls, as I’ve expressed,
With tablet prepped and placed so all is set.
The house remains with morning calm impressed,
A time to give my carnal needs outlet.

In measured time, long practiced by my hands
That know just what and how and when to bring
Those feelings that no hesitate withstands,
Which gives Eros my daily offering.

In pounce and bite, my motions bring attack,
Perhaps the pussy thinks my cock a mouse.
This kitty gives new thought to word “bushwack”
And placement of new doors throughout the house.

I think, as claw my tender codpiece bats,
It’s hard to jerk-off in a house of cats.