The moon, in mood so brazen descends to bathe
her luscious curves in softly shimmered sea.
All unaware she bares such tempting fruit
to view. As water laps a sweet caress
of dew misting her parched and quivering mare.
A shadow slides in stealth his feral eyes
agleam to see her wayward form aglow.
A tiger crouches he's ready to spring
to plunge into her then and there, beware!
He leaps from ledge unfurling power sleek
his need to feed unbridled, now unsheathed
his claw is ripping, hot and red. Moon moans,
petrified? Or (faining fright) of fearsome sight
claw poised to strike, her dorsa oh so (bare)
Agasp she cries: my certain doom is nigh!
But moon has pluck she stands albedo bright
ready this night to meet the tiger's charge.
And sea is churned to froth, the tiger snarls
unprepared for moon's true heat (tiger burns)
Riding the crest he bares his fangs and fury
shines in golden eyes, he writhes, he rides!
Ravaged-moon reflects his howls a tempest born.
Tiger-and-moon now joined in frantic fray
equals? Strives a beast to feast a light to shine
but tiger's hungry and he's tasted blood
it drips from moon to stain the virgin-sky.
And tiger's pulse has never throbbed this high.
But moon easily meets his rise to climax
and the tiger's triumph roars as fire dies.
Then moon just beams a dreamy devilish look
it seems she's played a tigers game before.
Moon sighs, returns to bathe. The sea as glass
reflects every moment that comes to pass.