tiger lips

you've got tiger sripes on your hips

that i want to trace with my fingers,

or maybe my tongue. 

you've got tiger eyes, 

i want to gaze into them, 

perhaps they'll tell me how to be brave, 

how to tell you i love you. 

you've got tiger claws. 

they hurt, and the scabs itch like hell. 

you've got tiger lips. 

and you've got tiger teeth. 

i'll ask for a kiss and a bite 

every day until i die.