Con Sweetie

Golden-haired and young,
a tiger in tall grass,
she stalked room to room,
eyeing her prey, or at least
her next adventure.

She strode,
slowly shifting her charms
from flexing haunch to haunch
beneath tight, black cotton.

She closed.
His red head towered
above her.
His corrected eyes flickered
fear, desire, hope and
eons of confusion.

She left,
with a flick of her pretty tail.

He followed,
captured completely.