The Cat Recluse Is Coming…

The cat recluse is coming out to play Pawing cotton balls, once more they say Let her ravage your soul She's leaving her bolthole She's so hungry and alone, don't allay… Riddle me a witch; I'll call my queen bitch Lie by her in a layby ditch She's just the cure The one ligature That'll spellbind me in a loving niche. She'll take control and whip the leather It's a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see her Her flesh and blood, A river oiled, feted Pours and purrs into every joint and fibre. I can't deny her - moment to be the tiger Ooh, with pencilled lashes - eyes locked together We're dreaming in the choir Ooh, I'm her heart's desire Ooh, the cat recluse is coming out She's coming for her dinner… And I'm just her chopped liver.