She passed by like a cat.
Like a panther or leopard,
strong, regal and lithe.

She talked to me like honey.
Slowly, warmly, sweetly
she told me of her life.

She looked to be like beauty.
No matter how long I stared,
I still found perfection.

She left me like a wind.
Hard, fast, biting
with a chill I still can't shake.

I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.

Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.

But while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear the final stumble
That will see the truth unfold.