I
You put my hand to your heart.
It was beating fast and you were breathing rapidly.
I swallowed deeply, almost choking.
"Faster, pussycat, kill, kill."
And I pulled my hand away.

II
And what of my love hate with Tuesday? That was a Friday.

III
And I stepped lightly out of my depths
and out of my mind...
and not nearly twice as beautiful as the nearest rainbow.
Oh, god, the touch of flesh, the smell of skin.
The taste of the morning dew as I breathe deep, nostrils flaring.
And in my palm, lightly cupped, giving,
I lean closely into a brave new world.

IV
Sleek and lean, she prowls
and the prey fights back - only sometimes.
She cleans her paws and basks in the sun,
sated, fat and full.