Felid Credit

Possession Purrs

Carnal carnivore

The felid of your id stalks, she fights against your tame.

She stretches, flexes restlessly, savage needs aflame.

She spurns your morality, mocks your sense of worth.

She asserts her lithesome power with potent, hungry, mirth.

She hunts the night relentlessly for passion without pride.

Her prey has you trembling, you dare enjoy the tide.

She’s left you, shamed and empty in another stranger’s bed.

The stale air has tell tale notes, the panther has been fed.

As you purify your body, your honor, soul, your mind.

She luxuriates in sated bliss, docile, spent, supine.