Truth is, my good lad
You can’t handle what I am
You weren’t bred for the likes of me
You require a docile house cat
Better yet
A lap dog
Who will be submissive
And lick your feet;
stroke your ego
Not this girl
No
Honey, I am a cunning vixen
A proud lioness
A she-wolf
I’m a wild beast of a thing
Untamed
With unbridled passion
So my dear boy
Stand back
And hear me roar
