Wipe that sardonic smile off
Your teeth are showing through
Jagged and glistening
They grind exceedingly fine
I could make out the
Shape of malice in your mouth
Forming like stalactites
Threatening fangs sharp as razors
Still you smile, as enigmatic as a Cheshire's
You hate and still show love
My mind is mushed and befuddled
What is it really?
Purring and stretching
You sidle up and jump on my lap
Resting your padded paws on my arms
Hiding treacherous retracted claws
What's a guy to do?
I am tempted wring your supple neck
Or smother your innocent and trusting face
I tightened my embrace,but then, fondly
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