The Cougar Epilogue

Her fire and slippers call her ever more The cougar still takes to the dance floor. The cubs she tries now to entice Turn and ask her “What's her price?” Bedecked bejeweled, her senses honed But sipping vodka shots, still all alone. The cougar losing her matriarchal hold Younger cougars compete ever more bold. Her latest prey so good, she wanted more Turned in the bed, heard the click of the door. A tap on the shoulder an aging man stands there Wrinkled eyes, spare tyre, and thinning hair. He says he’s watched her for a while He knows he not quite her style. Would she partake of a drink with him? Her eyes wander to the cubs so slim. Her hem length lengthens, her cleavage covered The dance floors too loud, she feels smothered, They now sit in a quite calm restaurant Holding hands, this is what she wants. Her cougar days are now ever gone She has lit the fire with a special one. Her stiletto shoes gone, they no more make her wince She kissed the aging man, he turned into her prince. © ~GG~24/11/2012