Prolific Paws

Tonight
the tiger in her
takes pause.

Not every day can be
hunt to the kill
in this here
wild kingdom.

As the silver toothed
temptress
releases her grasp
on virtual manhood
to make way for the
fractious feline,
the scepter is passed with
delicate reservation.

The interregnum is bitter sweet.

Don’t mistake her
mellow meow
for anything more than
momentary metaphor

This too shall pass.

And with the return
of the wanton pariah
comes the
prurient playfulness
they long to devour.

Her esoteric game
is played by few.

But oh how she adores them.



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