I try to tame the tiger but she rips into my skin,

the lion-hearted lover drips into a ramekin,

she drinks it down and roars in pain to taste the inner me,

then spits a poultice in my eye - the rest is history.

and now I'm knocking on wood,

and now I'm shockingly good,

and now I'd lay down if I could,

to things I never thought I would.

In dreams I fight the dragon but by day I fight with sin,

the Devil in a red dress always knocking to come in,

she drops her panties to her knees and gestures knowingly,

I feel my head begin to spin - the rest is history.

and now I'm shining a light,

and now I feel like a knight,

I fly my heart like a kite,

succumb to tiger's needled bite.

She calms the swarms of killer bees that nest inside my head,

the buzz is innuendo and the shake of passion's bed,

I drop onto the floor to thank but stop and kiss her knee,

impatient to climb higher - and the rest is history.

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