Jade Tigers and Greek Boxes

For Blake, a jungle fire that burned the night;  
For Milne, a velvet ass that bounced like springs.
I’m sure that naked glimpse would stand me right,
For her loquacious curves, a hard read brings.
 
In purrs and softest growls, my green jeweled cat,
Makes quiet slink and stalk through DEEPest wood
From opened Grecian box brings forth exact,
The scribe, both grace and fury has withstood.
 
I long this tiger’s bite would find its way  
To meld with mine and find our bold release.
To tease and tear, to take in tigers’ play
The other’s muscled lines ‘til all strength cease.
 
From opened mouths both words and others come,
From opened soul and love a DEEPer Sum.
 
(an entry in MsRockyJackson's DUP Poetess Queens Erotic Comp.)