Mon chaton féroce

My head hears music,
in her moans,
as I feel her shudder,
in my bones

Can't tell where she ends,
and I begin,
As we partake,
in delicious sin

I slap her down,
then eat her up,
she loves the sting,
Can't get enough

The beast inside,
croons,
and sighs,
for my toy,
cannot deny,
(though she has tried),
anything I may desire,
she fulfills my need,
and yet still incurs my ire.