That Cat On A Hot Tin Roof

 

Dang that feline is at it again
femininity scorching even bystanders
knowing not the lasting fleshy wants
grabbing hold when she is on the prowl

Like Maggie she saunters, preens
and meows demanding attention
when eyes find her she is on
lust projects her as being in heat

Unspoken competition testosterone
in the house
where she goes, who she will mate
call of the wild or call of humanity?

Both