She's a cat

She's a cat
I.
She had nine lives
You ask why
It's because she never dies
I'd reply.

She goes to parties
Sometimes in her lingeries

Wearing a dress
She never makes a mess
Instead it clings to her tightly
as she walks into the room gorgeously.

She flirts with boys
Like they were toys
She's got sleek black hair
Cascading down to her underwear
Beautiful green eyes
Not that they look that wise.

Looks aren't only
She's got personality
And sharp, acute hearing
Everything's like bells chiming
Plus perfect eagle-like eyesight
It's totally not right.

But she's a cat
And she'll never let you forget that.

By, a.scarlet.fantasy.™