Cats Of Ulthar

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Black eyes of an ocelot raging fire
A glowing aura of burning desire
Retracting tentacles razor sharp
Lacerating sounds of broken harps
Lashing out with jagged tears
Bleeding lovers caught in snares
Nocturnal creeping with a dancing prowl
Predators inscribing domain with a scowl
Expletive groans the pouncing flight
Frolicking cavort of the felines delight
The fringy quill of black hair on end
Longing of the appetite does transcend
Lustful cravings and quenching thirsts
Satisfying passions slowly dispersed
The pulse of movement in metered time
Cunning wildcat so beautifully sublime
Departing his territory smugly appeased
Smiling with libido his rapture is seized
A cock crow the breaking of dawn
His spirit and vigor begin to yawn
He retreats content to his ivory tower
For soon again will come the hour
To bask in the glory of the nights unlit midst
His quenching weakness nevermore to resist
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About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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3 Responses to Cats Of Ulthar

  1. jmsabbagh says:

    Strong emotion,,well expressed. Happy new 2015.

  2. A pleasing read, especially as I have a liking for wildcats, to include ocelots, caracals, and the Iriomote wildcat. A personality that intimidates, yet welcomes exploration. Well done.

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