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“The Feline Scholar”

Sitting in her bedroom in a red Kombidress.
Purring like a young kitten, laying by a log fire.
Checking in the mirror, her hourglass figure.
Her feline instincts, the passionate animal desire.
Writing like a scholar, never putting down her pencil.
She's comprehensively inclined, has a scholarly mind,
But men end up using her like a sexual temple.
Peaks like the Swiss Alps, always dressed to thrill,
Her thighs shaved as smooth as Kashmiri silk.
Treated like a sex toy, she's built for pleasure,
But feeling kind of empty, like the bowl of milk
Her mercantile ambitions and seductive features.
Revealing that life is sometimes the hardest teacher.

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