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Wildcat Picnic

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just watching him

makes my ribs ache
for unleashed hell..

for it's a rare man
who has the patience
to bleed me dry.

He's at the bottle again
while my emerald skirt
dances madly over the lawn..

He fires up the grub
with a ravenous growl
as my company asks:

         'What the hell is that'?

      That is careful chewing, I smile.
       And he doesn't like me watching him eat.

One of them nods
and tells me
I should make a run for it

Yet I do not move -
            His eyes are that familiar blue

                 I'd cling to his back,
                     if he'd let me..

                 We'd fall together
                 landing in a heap
                 of entwined limbs
                 and snarling lips,

                 this wet sliding
                 eating us alive.

It's times like this
I don't need a translator
to understand his words.

To me -
he's a jaguar in long grass
And I love
the wink in his eye,
the tug on my leg,
and the way he has..

of delivering
bad news.
   
"Party's over, folks.
It seems we're out of booze."
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Rhiannon44's avatar
Oh wow - just brillianT