Limp Kitty on my Titties

Just a limp kitty, ridin’ out that titty

No stress, no claws, just feelin’ real pretty

Head sunk deep in the soft round city

Whole damn world could end—wouldn’t faze this kitty

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Kitties… kitties… kitties on my titties

Paws all curled, breathin' slow, no gritties

Dreamin’ of fish and warm milk cities

Sleepin’ on the mount, where the chest gets litty

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Nap so gritty, milk-drunk kitty

Cradled on cleavage like it’s heaven committee

Titty terrain, soft domain

One little soldier in the booby campaign

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No war... no pain...

Just warmth... just brain fog...

Pressed on the chest like a furred-up guest

Tail flicks once—then total rest...

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Kitties… kitties… kitties on my titties

Low purr drum like some sleep-time ditties

Riding out that titty like a boat on the sea

No place to be but the nipple marquee

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Soft little loaf in the valley divine

Paw twitch rhythm in a breastplate shrine

Saint Kitty of the Mammary Rise

Eyes half closed like she seen the skies

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Limp kitty... riding it out...

Limp kitty... never a doubt...

Just one titty… that’s all it takes...

For the nap to begin… and the world to break

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