TIGER
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Tiger,
tiger, burning bright
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In the
forests of the night,
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What
immortal hand or eye
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Could
frame thy fearful symmetry?
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When
the stars threw down their spears,
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And
water'd heaven with their tears,
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Did He
smile His work to see?
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Did He
who made the lamb make thee?
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Tiger,
tiger, burning bright
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In the
forests of the night,
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What
immortal hand or eye
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Dare
frame thy fearful symmetry?
(If you
want to read the whole poem send me a short comment and I will copy it into my
reply.)
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There is something very sensual about the exotic cats.
ReplyDeleteI think it is because that, to me, they epitomize femininity. (I know, doesn't seem to make much sense if it is a male cat but, but hear me out).
Like an exotic cat, a woman is sleek, lithe, beautiful. Moves so slinky. With the right "master" can be very obedient and loyal and in the case of a kinky woman, will even respond to a whip (though most would not need something so harsh).
Yet despite all her erotic sensuousness, can still be a bit dangerous ;)
amber xx