lurking about in a forest of passionate hearts of beauty
prowls a kiss thieve’in panther
a sly cat, dark as night with a streak
this kitty catches its prey, unaware
in the light of day
in the dark of night
void of sound
absent a shadow
it lurks in close and easy
you feel the pounce only after your kiss is gone
left dazed by the supple snap
disorientated for weeks, maybe life
longing strangely for another bite
by the kiss thieve’in panther
who prowls on passion day and night
do not fear
stay passionate and beautiful
you just might
attract that once in a while stolen kiss
from the precious kitty
~jennwren
