The Tiger
A ball of rage
zooming through the air.
His golden fur,
velvet stripes
felt against
the pressure points
on your skin.
So calm and beautiful
until he transforms
into a vicious beast:
tearing to shreds
your pride,
with his lean muscular build.
posted by Penguin @ 10:22 PM
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Now you know I'm stupid. How'm I supposed to figure this out?
XP good. i was worried because i shouldn't be writing about things like this anyways, but if you can't figure it out, then i doubt anyone else will be able to either. except amanda...who'll think its about birth (its not, she thinks they're all about birth). so just assume i'm describing my favorite large cat: the tiger.
huh?
*evil grin* don't worry about it. :P
i wanna know what this is about. but I don't have enough contextual clues or know you well enough to figure it out
Don't worry about it. i.e. I don't want to go into it. :P
even if I kindly ask: pretty please?
hahahaha, no.
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