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.

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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.