I laugh now, that you one day claimed
Your love to resemble a house cat
In such a charming manner that
I thought it meant you aimed
To earn affection from those
You deem adequate and true
Knights preferred over fools.
Yet you, toss men as you do clothes.
With skin soft as the finest fiber
Scrutinized first by Aphrodite
Before laying over lightly
Stretched gently, caressed alluring curves.
And eyes of piercing saphire
Plunge like white-hot daggers
Bursting crimson; you prefer
Seductive slaughter over satire
You lure prey through eyes
Humanity’s great weakness;
The gaze of an enchantress.
No one the wiser, a perfect guise.
Your love is indeed that of a cat:
Trust no one, never forget
‘Lest conditions are met.
You live on, gratis, no one’s pet.