Poor Kitten, weather-bound,
unappreciative masters make
her wonder if Her place is really here
or at the curb. But Tiger knows,
knows the curb, knows Kitten,
knows the curb is not her place.
Poor kitten, small, frail,
ferocious in Her way knows Tiger, too.
Rough, scarred, ragged-eared Tiger
will defend her, will protect her
Will keep her warm and dry.
Tiger wants her, wants her now
but knows to have her he must wait--
Stalk, hunt, patience...
Kitten wants Tiger, and knows which way to
swish her tail to keep him on a string.
Kitten shows her claws tonight,
Determined that her Tiger will not take the upper hand-
No, not tonight- Full moon blazing, she lays in wait
Sharpening her talons for his grand entrance,
Ready to pounce
Ready to feed
Ready to bleed
Just this once not to be commanded but to command.
But her tiger has other ideas- he enters
She springs, Tearing at his shirt, claws blazing leaving
deep red gashes on his chest- He takes her wrists in
Lion-Sized paws-- Lifts her from the ground ignoring her
Squeals and yelps-- Pins her to the wall and tears
At her gauzy shirt with teeth and claw until it falls away
His teeth find her nipple- Bite, suck, lick, then bite again
Letting his mouth wander downward, Her wrists still
Pinned high upon the wall, her toes touch air as his lips
Bite at her belly...
She relaxes as he lets her toes touch earth again,
but only for a moment-
She lets herself slump-
Dead weight in Tiger's massive paws....
He lays her belly-down upon the hard stone tiles,
Wrists still firmly in his grasp...
Kitten feels the cold of stone upon her belly,
Feels Tiger pressing down upon her, not cold,
but stone nonetheless...
He moves aside her tail as she protests
"Your game tonight..." he hisses...."You chose.."
Before she can answer her words are replaced
With a muffled yelp, Her mouth now filled
With Tiger's bleeding wrist, Her tail now filled
With Tiger
Her wrist pressed to his lips too, running red
And so it goes, But Kitten knows
That there will always be
The possibility of a tomorrow-night
or the night after
And is content.
Tom Begley
© Vampire Church