A gentle fog has come to these
And hips that slip,dip and cause pause
to the smartest of crows.
Darkest eyes you’ve ever seen
Chasing places that I’ve never been
Just to taste the salty sweet
Of foreign voices and tender meat
Such hunger for a starving beast
Licks his lips begins to feast
and want of special things
Cuffs and leather, silver rings
Ties that bind and silk that blinds
watch you wiggle as your mind unwinds
pushing your senses, as the rapture commences
dear kitten if you please, be a good girl
and get on your knees.