Her eyes are staring, huge black orbs, glowing
In a dim light, she absorbs all that is.
A black hole staring, growing, heavier.
Claws gently flex, awaiting the bare foot
That tempting sight is inevitable
Dangling, bare and utterly appealing
It’s too much, this excitement, to contain
Tail swishing slows as stillness achieved
Unforgivable really, not to yield
To succumb, as movement hones watching eyes
Utter silence now, still contemplation
The calm before storms, the eye of the wind
Her density increases, mass growing
As she launches unsuspected attack!!

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