She lay, luxuriating in
The comfort and warmth.
A hand reaches out,
Strokes her gently.
She stretches out her body
In sensuous delight.
I look at her.
“Just remember,
That’s MY bed! ”
“That’s what YOU think! ”
Her look seems to say.
She’s a cat.
I lose again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem