With catlike, silent paces
You’re coming close to me,
Your small lips, soft embraces —
Purr something wickedly.

Your being, pure sensation,
Radiates hot desire,
My eyes find fascination
In thigh waves rising higher.

On four small paws you wander,
Feline and slow and sweet,
You crawl — I watch, I ponder —
So softly our eyes meet.

Your eyes — twin flames that capture,
Two spells of pure delight,
Your form writes out its rapture
In curves that tempt the night.

Imagined ropes now tether
My hands and feet in place,
I feel your wild breath’s weather —
The maiden’s feline grace.

I wait — my pulse’s thunder —
To face my fate divine.
Your will I’ll sink under —
Fulfill your wish — make mine.