I wished to love you, I did

Nina came as soon as you called
Ella licked the detrivore spores
Of mold from the set of dishes
Too dirty even for you to get to
Eventually leaving behinds
Though you could only know
The voluptuous kind that left
A windblown kiss and a smack
And poor Bessie had it best
Though there was never a thing to have
Lavender hash wouldn't make her behave
She heaved out of seemingly orgasmic heat
For the feel your vinyls' grooves beneath feet
Glass, wood, and flimsy whims crashing
At the wave of her hand your eyes wide
The gloss of water and loss like a boy
With a broken toy as her throat explodes
In violent, vibrant blue hues
That pulsates your astute, scarless skin
Finally kinetically stirring blood
As you say, "Bessie, some sensitivity?"
Mystified, she laughs to break another thing
She knows you will stride and seek
Another feline to sickly listen to her sing
Until her voice is deep with blues and blues