28 May 2012
Dying in every breath, sexual in every sound. Ripples in her milk bath, as clandestine dreams pound.
Her eyes in a tactful dance, her truths fed to the leopard chance, hungry cat in awesome advance. Try if you may, run from the cheetah.
She'll have your heart, make no mistake. Strikes so hard, you become her dying slave. It's all the same in the end; now, you've been bitten.
All left in her wake, you fall ill, while others kill. My thousand year break, my thousand doors, a thousand chills.
A thousand lives, a thousand lies. Now all I've got is my old man's pride. Panting, bitten by the benevolent kitten, playful thing, shakes my soul, now bitten.
Pussy Cat Crawl • Opuss № I