- Erotic Poetry
- Panthera Tigris
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For most I am a gentle man,
Or tender at the least.
But when she whimpers like she can,
It calls my inner beast.
I did not know my inner cat,
Until I loosed my claws.
Lashing, slashing, deep inside her,
Her lust made sharp my paws.
A tear of joy, a smile of pain,
Shocked pleasure on her face.
A was a boy, but ne'er again,
Wild thing now in his place.
That hungry thing bares tooth and growls,
No hesitance at all.
Her voice did sing, (in truth she howls,)
I rise to her dark call.
My primal roar, her ready needs,
My hunter and her prey.
Fire in my core, while rent flesh bleeds.
She wears my stripes today.
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