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The Swank Tiger

such eyes of gold as i have never seen
that turn attentions inward to the heart
and all the dreams of flesh that lie between
but still the skull contains my favourite part

and, ah, a mind i find quite like my own
reaching out for yet unknown sensation
and yet the surface silent as a stone
unless first tempted into excitation

and when excited, springing into motion
all kitteninish and purring like to pounce
a playfulness bespangled with devotion --
the essence of true love, by all accounts

with eager eyes aswirl like corybants,
i genuflect at his impassioned glance

#20 :: 06.16.00

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