She has a Beast in her.
Sometimes she's a sleek black panther,
graceful and lovely,
She's soft and seductive then,
and makes me ache with longing.
Sometimes she's a playful Persian cat,
frisky and feminine,
frolicking through the day.
She's cute and clever then,
and makes me laugh with joy.
Sometimes shes a mangy alley cat,
cunning and quick,
slinking through back yards.
She has no conscience then,
and makes me cringe with despair.
Sometimes she's a haughty lioness,
proud and defiant,
stalking the jungle for prey.
She's stronge and awsome then,
and makes me throb with desire.
She Has A Beast In Her.
Sometimes she creeps in subtly,
and seduces me.
Her scent wafts across my sences,
and i quiver with suppressed excitement.
Sometimes she springs from hiding,
and attacks me.
Her scream cuts through my awareness,
and i shudder with sudden overwhelming passion!
Sometimes she's just a kitten,
and i can control her.
Even though she trembles,
under the touch of my retraining hand.
But sometimes she's filled with strength,
and overpowers me,
And i race to the safety,
of the mousehole in my cluttered soul.
She Has A Beast In Her.
Sometimes she toys with me,
batting my soul back and fourth,
between her front paws.
Catching it by the tail,
at that precise instant,
in which it would have been free.
Sometimes she burns me,
with flames so high and hot.
Leaving only scarlet embers,
and gray ashes,
in her wake.
Sometimes she soothes me,
and sings to me softly,
and caresses me.
Until I find relief,
from the fever,
and set her free.
And Sometimes......
Sometimes she's Glorious,
and takes me with her,
to heights of ecstasy.
Mere mortals could never conceive of.
Sometimes...Oh, sometimes....
She Has A Beast In Her.
Written by John H. 1999
For his wife Susan.
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