She will be your wild mare
at night, but in the day
she'll blush if you glimpse a nipple
through her blouse & look away

In private she'll pounce, a panther,
to tear you flank from thigh
but outside, one rough word
from you & her passion will die

There's no feral depravity
you'd not drive her to in bed
Come morning, she'll hide in your chest
like a child, from all she did