By Vintage Black and Bree Leto
With a piercing
stare
and unquenchable
appetite—
I’m one
of the wild ones
captivating
and
fierce
Slowly
ever so vigilantly
you approach
trying to
embrace
me with
velvet
sounds
—Casting that
wicked
magic
of a
wild
cat
whisperer—
Yet I’m
not falling
prey
to your
taming
charms
Inevitably
you’ll fall
in lust
Everything else
turning
to dust
against
my
sensual verses
Sweaty,
playful-
breathing,
slow
Will you join me
whenIstart
to
lick
and
lay down
l o w
rocking my hips—
begging you
/inverse/
oh, please
come?
Foxy
feline
needing
fun
Sighing
feeling
outstretched
back
Wild one
ponders
when
to
a
t
t
a
c
k
I know
you enjoy
watching me
wild and free
But remember
from
my bedroom
there are
no
escapees
You better
be careful
I tease,
and
I bite
but do not fear—
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