Lionize soft lioness
angel in unholy dress
for the stamens have unleashed
a spring of uncaged scents
And of these eyes,
drawn brow prowess
And from those hips,
awakes a brood of all my
misunderstood repents

I know only of your picture
and heresay of your torch song
but I dream of your velvet nape
and to be the bandleader
in that jazz
just behind that bright savannah glamour
where the footlight fades
and your hunted lays in wait.