As a wild tiger. A rare beast you are. Claws finely honed. Sandpaper tongue is sharp.
Struts before me in wild nonchalance. A black mane of curling tresses. Underneath aggression's over coat. There lies a tender ***** cat with tears.
Dripping from those tom cat eyes. Acid drops taste his face. As they drop to his lips. Where he can taste them still.
Hides beneath a masquerade of wickedness. To conceals all his pain. Like any ***** cat. He needs a tender touch. Gives one in return. A white tiger. Near pure. Unsurpassed! By ladylivvi1