Insatiable prowls

Insatiable lust

Her contours nude

Craving strangers on skin

On heat, eyes glowing

She prowls within

the night purring.

Elegant she comes;

A wisp of smoke.

She's gone.

Reviews

[jesserose99]

ooh, a great example of one read aloud. moves, flows...can feel her. love it!

[Valentine]

This sounds like the wild grey cat we are trying to feed and gentle up here id God's country. Like a wisp of smoke, approach her or him...gone. Valentine

[andrew mitchell]

Wild cats are quick!