O' Tigress Of Those Veiled Temptations

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

O' tigress of those veiled temptations hinted.
Your slow prowl eases,
To goose bump my laments.

Foolish I'm not feeling,
As a drool spills to unleash my naughty thoughts.
Nor am I feeling embarrassed at all,
I use my sleeve to wipe it off.

I wish I could pick up,
My defenses quick.
After exposing publicly,
My uncontrolled shaking.
And trembling lips.

How simply I can be,
By you distressed so willfully.

You tigress of those veiled temptations...
Hypnotically are your intentions scented,
With magnolias lacing the moonlit night.

With you in view I imagine this...
Your tongue comes slithering through your lips.
And upon my neck,
You lick before a smothering of kisses.
And not lunged with a plunging done,
With your sabered teeth to bite.
And with one glup,
I'm gone from sight.

I'm feeling too romantic,
To haul my ass off screaming...
Like a bolt of lightening,
Has lifted me quick from your craved appetite.

I desire to keep this light, aiight?

O' tigress of those veiled temptations,
I wish I was not the innocent amphibian...
Swimming alone coincidently as you hunt.
To feel such a presence of your threatening gaze!
Please let me live in peacefulness,
The rest of my swamp hopping days.

How you doin'?
I'm into you too.
But can we do this at another time?
Since I'm working to perfect my frog imitation! '

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