Do not cross paths with
a hungry tiger.
Your mouth is a menace.
He has bullet holes for proof.
I would love nothing more
than to run my Revlon red claws
straight through your baby blues.
I wanted a fight.
You got one.
Your smile and sparkle can't match
my black stillettos.
Get your viper tongue out of my
pride and joy.
Keep your talons to yourself and then,
maybe,
I'll consider saving you
for dessert.
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