17 May 2012
A prowler on the prowl
Looking left and right
She wants a man now
To bask in her delight
Her claws are at the ready
To grab when lust strikes
Wandering with purpose
To find a man she likes
She gives a primal smile
Blood pumps to her lips
Creating a teasing pout
Her teasing tongue licks
He is on her radar
Nothing will stop her now
He has to go with her
Some place, some how
The sensualistic sensations
Make her dizzy and drunk
He's too aroused to resist
Her claws in him have sunk
Erotic explosions
Possess their inner core
Into a sensual abyss
They go deeper for more
She Strikes • Opuss № I