Feline On the Prowl

Feline On the Prowl    
     
Her face decorated for Samhain  
With feline whiskers and ears
Whose lipstick is a Gothic smirk    
Painted in red and black shades of midnight    
When the witching hour      
Turns into the inner cat    
Of a woman morphed      
Into a purring succubus    
With one cheek painted in the white    
Of a Japanese Geisha      
And the other pink with her natural complexion    
As she gazes from eyes      
That have known the dark corners of the city    
Where her black sheen shimmers in moonlight    
As she prowls with a hunger    
That knows only the smoke and fire    
Of dreams consummated