You are perplexing,
when my eyes close your aura is there behind my lids.
I pretend to understand you but I have yet to unravel the enigma.
Your soft growl calls to my emotions, holds me tender with soft pads or still
with the light press of teeth at my throat. What I know of you I’ve learned through osmosis,
those flickers of sentiment held deep as roots of teeth.
Every instinct urges flee but with your breath on my face it’s already too late.
One thing i know for sure you are skilled at breaking and entering.