Sexaphorically Speaking

She said  
she loved my metaphors
so I'm working  
on five more
I'd like to have them  
ready
to brandish them  
like claws
She may cry Cinderella
when my words  
rip off her drawers
but a silken tongue  
come midnight
can lick a thousand wars
When my phrases  
have gone stellar
and the mountains are explored
I'll call on pinky Percival
to step up for applause