There are many things she wants to free, And leash upon the world, Like the animal that lurks in me, As she arches in a curl... Submission then becomes the prey, That baits me to come close, Permitting without words to say, By the way she chose to pose... And a growl so sexy that I crawl, With some caution in the wind, In a prowl that let's me see it all, ... Ripping clothes away from skin... She's a tiger trap that doesn't need, Any predator to game, Since I found her tracks inside of me, That are heading back the same... So the next time that she feels a need, From the burning that's within, She will bare herself so I can feed, The very animal within...