Ferocity

The roar erupting far into the night,
Will turn the heads of friends and foes the same,
All others will take heed and then take flight,
But softly on the wind she'll hear her name.

His padded claws of lethal raking red,
And death in crimson slices to his prey,
Their cruel grip a thing of deepest dread,
And yet for her, enjoyed as wrestled play.

A passing growl unmasks his deadly bite,
For closing, crushing, crunching bloody meals.
Though jaws of waking terror greet her sight,
Warm kisses roughly given all she feels.

A heart untamed and fiercely beating true,
The only thing unbuffered meant for you.