My New Boyfriend
He sleeps with me every night. He kisses me on the mouth. He covers me with scratches and bites. He’s my kitten.
Although we’ve only been together a short while, we’ve already reached a level of intimacy you don’t reach with a normal man until a year or more has passed. I’m talking about the fact that my kitten removes eye boogers from my eyes. With his tongue. That’s love, baby.
We even go to the bathroom together. Me on my toilet, him in his box. Now that’s a close relationship.
Don’t ask me how I know that his whole head will fit in my mouth. You don’t wanna know. You can’t handle this kind of love.
He doesn’t like it when I talk on the phone to another man. He doesn’t like it when I lock him outside the bedroom. You might call it jealousy. It’s ’cause you don’t understand.
Love, baby. LOVE. Me and my kitten.
