Many things lay in our path, sometimes there is no time to ponder.
You alone cannot control my wild, fanciful desires
Nor would I expect you to try and dampen the feral
Beast that no longer lay’s dormant in your path
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But what are you to do?
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I sense the panic under your skin, the whiff of fear
As your flight or fight instinctive muscles harden
The thick hair on your head seems to stiffen and rise
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Are you going to dare to challenge me?
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My green eyes flash their building excitement
As you seem to twitch and breathe heavier
Looking for a way out, a way of escape
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Today little mouse I will let you go.
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