There is a pair of eyes behind your eyes
That slyly beckons me when you’re not looking.
There is a smile that hints of paradise
Behind those lips that speak of clothes and cooking.
There is a tiger in you, wild and sleek,
A beast who purrs and smiles each time you pout.
What will it take to let me have a peek?
What will it take to get her to come out?
A tender kiss? A drink? What can I do?
What tinder will enflame that inner fire?
Must I be beastly so the beast in you
Can growl and give us both what we desire?
Oh set her free, if only for a breath,
And let her claw me to the point of death.
Copyright 2010 Matthew J Wells