honey, you’re my
hot tin roof, you
make me sizzle
but I’ll suffer
burning paws to 
sink my claws deep
into you—I’ll be
as hot and hard 
to shake as 

you’ve got a lot
of fight in you

you believe I’d
just bewitch you
like some sex-hungry
succubus but
I’m not just lust
I’m love too, I 
promise I’m less
demon than 

you’d have it so good
if you’d only 
have it