Hot fur, a black slip of satin back, Eyes narrowed and teeth and claw keen, Through shutted dark yellow fire orb stares, Rippled spine of straightening sheet, You're waiting. Take or leave it, cold as ice, The vibration luring the scratch depart, Hot on my thigh your grinning jaw with distained sparse forest smiles, I care hiss he with shivering potential, Straightened finger tipped crescent moon, And fulfilled with desires all, For tonight he will accept.