she prowls the locus the energy spike of that man's life
her hunt is anything she pleases
a lady without limit or excuses
*****
we where once lovers her eyes the fire warming my heart and soul
her eyes need no excuse to please
no please of silence no excuses for apology
she was and is the great tiger
what she desires the gifts life has to give are hers
her power without dominion succeed in making a warm heart blaze
i her fire the roaring furnace , a joy a pleasure to a warmed heart
some romancing's are no fiction, just the facts mam
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