would we? fight like tigers
bite each others in a frenzy
of frustrated hunger, would we,

make the fur fly, just too delicous
the thought of fur, your fur, your hair
your hide with marks from my teeth

and where would we be a thousand words later
or a thousand bites. how many kisses before
we're kissed out, appitites sated?

i'm a creep and i want out find out
in your mothers house like monkeys in heat
lets makes it a meal of tiger meat