And now, my Tigress strong and sweet,
Since you have me pinned beneath,
Pressing down on me with your feet,
Should I now my life bequeath?

But who’s the recipient of
The things left in my will?
Those things are useless without love;
You’re welcome to take your fill.

The softness of your striped fur
Tempts my heart mercilessly.
My neck’s goosefleshed by your low purr.
Now, what will you do with me?

You’ve hunted me for many days,
Your roars told me I’d be thine.
Will I suffer like other prey?
Do you long to hear me whine?

How will you look in hunger’s pith
As you dig in with your claws?
Be ferociously gentle with
Me, and playful with your paws.