Kitty of dreams

Waiting to pounce

From her magic stone

In Elysian grove

Under hot bright sun

Or you may see her

In cloudy night

Upon her magic stone

Crouched just so and waiting just so

Beneath the crescent moon

And drifting clouds

As if in an orb of glass...

A shimmering hallucination

Timeless dream...

She is always twenty years old

She is always sweeter smelling

Than the ripest flower

Her feminine muscles

Twitching, rippling, flowing,

Her eyes blazing in their joy.

She is so happy

Because

She is about to pounce upon you

And eat you up !