Sheer power and fierce beauty rolled into one.
My hunger personified...
Black panther of the heart.
A dangerous beast
She's locked out of sight.
She growls her hunger daily
Pacing the floor of her cage.
Many a hunter has tried to claim her
Many a man fell at her claws.
She's a pure bred killer.
Take care not to hurt her.
Too many have tried to force entry
Trying to spring the door with brute force.
Too many have rushed at her
With warlike cries of lust.
She cowers in the corner
Teeth barred in defence
Against advances unwanted
Snarling her anger, her hurt...
...her need and her desire.
You are different from the start...
A new breed of adventurer.
A hunter perhaps,
But more gentle then others.
Calmly you approach the bars of her cage
No sudden movements.
The cowering beast quits growling her anger...
This one is different; she can sense it in the air.
You have her interest
Nervously she watches
Still showing the whites of her eyes
Yet curiosity has begun to flame behind her fearful eyes.
Still you wait quietly,
No sudden movements
Just gentle encouragement.
Slowly she pads a little closer
Till she's just out of reach
A confused growl half caught in her throat.
Yet your calmness speaks to her,
Drawing her closer like a moth to a flame.
Drawn by curiosity
She's fighting every sinew in her body
As she draws yet closer to you.
Her muscles tensed by flight or fight instinct.
You offer her your hand
She skits off a little way,
But Soothing words of reassurance
Encourage her back
As she approaches the bars.
She sniffs at your hand,
Casing you out.
You're not like the others...
Smoothly she bows her head and licks at your hand.
Pressing her self against the bars,
Seeking your caress.
A purr replacing yesterdays growl.