WiLd tHiNg

A blind date at the bistro, 'Jungle terrace' you walk up in snake skin boots, wearing an alligator smile, your venomous charm sends them sailing like a sighting of 'eureka.'

Your rainbow hair that flared a stare, 'dare to be different' you snarled with metal studs in facial creases, a cleavage river under leather straps and a tattoo of a withered rose on twisting thorn and vine over your left breast.

Like a jolt of adrenaline mixed with lustful passion, perks your glowing expression and feline sensual leg brushes, hinting the wolfs desire to frolic with long licks of your lips, shows your approval. Your hand in my lap shows you mine.

Like an over dose of caffeine, fidgeting fingers jitter a tap dance toward erotic buttons, while cabaret eyes toss darts of lust, kitty pur giggles mingled on wine red lips, your tongue met the sound of 'zip', it wasn't a job and you didn't blow but 'oh' how I did grow.

Dodging stranger glances, I motioned that maybe, since we were in public and we had just met, Five minutes ago to be exact that maybe we shouldn't be doing such a thing. You licked your lips and slurped a smile and said, "That is why they call you, WILD THING!"