Does this matter?
This horridly confident walk birthed from the wide open black mouth.
And the bellies of frogs painted across the damp stretch.
Look not on my fur my sleek winding back-
My claws are sharp.
My, my, my, my am I not vile enough?
We'd beckon to the night and its surrendered kisses-
Black!
Black feline tarts, free yourself, dig your members deep into the...