Animalistic

When she's alone in the moonlight,
She's a cat on the prowl;
A kitty that never looked so good,
She surely will make all the Toms howl.

A vicious viper, one hell of a snake,
She'll fill you with poison, in a blink of an eye;
Make you think you are in love,
Up to the moment you die.

She's a charging bull,
Break your body on impact;
But you will be pleased to meet her,
It's just a natural fact.

Love her, in her animalistic ways,
But understand you will never get too close;
Because her paramour was a mighty beast,
And now the beast is a ghost.