I caught her eye this little cat
she keeps a check on every brat
she is a kitten with a jeans
and has a cleavage like most teens
I caught her smile and did feel caught
she made me cede the way she fought
she wants you tight and most controlled
and you feel flattered and cajoled
I caught her chill and lacked in pride
she made me guess what she implied
she had me wake up late at night
and feeling dreamy deep inside
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