The Tiger

I am a tiger, lying in a field of grass.

The sun is warm, heating my skin;

I can smell the fresh earth.

I can feel the wind -

Dreams caress my mind as I sleep.

My soul-stirring under the sun,

I can sense your presence.

My dream has begun -

You stretch out your claws and roar.

Your body heating under the sun,

You can sense my presence.

The hunt has begun -

You scratch the ground, smelling for prey.

Lifting your head, you smell the wind.

You know that I am not far now,

Just around the bend.

I awaken between the paws of a tiger.

Your violent hold excites me.

The sense of your power -

Crushing against me,

Your excitement thunders loudly in my ear;

I smell the scent of your white velvet fur.

Your paws begin to bind me;

I moan and purr.

I am controlled in the embrace of a tiger;