She’ll scratch your face for pleasure
She’ll make you bleed with pain 
She’ll laugh when you are hurting she’ll take you again and again
When she knows that you are fearful
She’ll pounce and tear you apart
And though she loves the hunting
She’ll kill as she throws her dart
She is hotter than burning ice
Mean and cold within 
But her stare will make you shiver
And make you do her thing 
She’ll make you kneel before her
She’ll make you taste her lust
And when she takes her pleasure
She’ll discard you like a crust
Born to be a leader
Intelligent to tbe core
She will never be your plaything 
She’ll never be your whore
When she has broken you into pieces
And taken all she needs
She’ll give you time to heal 
But will return again to feed
You will never escape her passion
For no one else can meet 
The pleasure she will give you 
As you worship at her feet
She’ll stoke your head and heal your wounds 
But her care for you is fake
For this is just a ritual 
As she thinks how she will take
When she looks into your eyes and says I love you so 
You know your days are numbered
For now it’s time to go.