Whispering of sweet
nothings from the pick up lines 
to cute sweet nicknames 

Windows to see all
everything and everyone 
colors and beauty

The sniffer to smell
From the indoors to the outdoors
Rotten and the fresh

The gateway to taste
sour candies, chocolate cake
and homemade hot dish

Holding and touching
From soft to hard, smooth and rough
Living and the still

Red lipped and her smile
Is everything, her teeth shine
Like the pearls against the pale
Skin at the tip of her neck, she
Claws at my skin, the pain throbs
For a second, drawing a little blood
Would you cross her? Knowing her
Hurricane mind? Coming out to play
To feel her tigress soul, wild but free
She doesn't pretend to be anyone
Only herself with a power like no
Other, a control willed by her heart
Motivated by the butterfly in her veins
There is a hunger to pounce, to run with
The wind, she carries class, savagery and
A deep loyalty others had tried to poison
But a paw put down is all that is necessary
To call it a point.

The question, my friend, is not whether you have the answers;
It is whether you are prepared to heed your own advice.

Because now, you are "deaf" to me