There are many things she wants to free,
And leash upon the world,
Like the animal that lurks in me,
As she arches in a curl...
Submission then becomes the prey,
That baits me to come close,
Permitting without words to say,
By the way she chose to pose...
And a growl so sexy that I crawl,
With some caution in the wind,
In a prowl that let's me see it all,
Ripping clothes away from skin...
She's a tiger trap that doesn't need,
Any predator to game,
Since I found her tracks inside of me,
That are heading back the same...
So the next time that she feels a need,
From the burning that's within,
She will bare herself so I can feed,
The very animal within...