The Jungle Cat
Saturday night..
Dinner @ The Pub.
you have on the sexiest redgown...
Demure in the front..
a plunge in the back..
Acres of flesh on display...
slit up the right thigh...
6 inch black leather pumps...and bare legs.
underneath the gown... not for the feint of heart.....
a dose of double trouble...
yes...men will ogle,stare tonight..
and yes you feel a little frisky...
but little do they know that ,tonight you are not a woman.
you are a jungle cat,.
and they are prey..
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