A/n: Don't really know what inspired this, but here it is. Like it, hate it: Tell me!


Her name would be Cat Silver.

If she ever sold herself.

She knows how to purr.

She'd make you feel good.

Tresses of gold, would be cut short.

And all you'd see is glitter.

Not real silver,

Just like her breasts.

She'd make you beg,

For a release to come.

She'd blush and tease.

But you'd know it's fake,

Just like her lips.

Every lie she said,

Would be forgotten.

For a glimpse of something,

She wouldn't show you otherwise.

You'd be in love.

She'd make you pay.

But at least you'll always have your hand,

To do what she'll never do.