The Tiger
December 14th, 2005
By Archived Story
He’s not as he appears.
He’s all stripes and seduction,
charm and confidence,
oh and he will drag you in
if you let him.
He will slink about
and bide his time,
playing to your vulnerabilities
with that lulling and luring voice.
And you’ll be no match for
his hypnotic watch swinging
back and forth,
back and forth,
back and forth.
You poorpoorpoor thing.
It’s too late for you now.
How could you have known
that those sweetly smiling lips
hid sharp shining teeth
only waiting to consume you
with calculated relish?
And those claws just revealed?
You never stood a chance.
He will clean your bones,
and with a self-satisfied sigh,
desert this game of cat and mouse
until he’s hungry again;
not just for the capture,
but for the chase.
