Night stalker.

Night stalker.

"Oh tom cat, must you stalk the night, high on the fumes of sexual desire, 'kitty chatter's Love empire'
Restaurant of hormones, as the night sky gleams in moonshine,
Ballet dancer display of emotions twisting the stars in eyes that long the awaiting sentence, a trapped nose upon the wind walks miles, to bow down to the heaven of her warmth, to subdue in a moment of fornication, a stop out under nightly dreams, a banquet of contemporary notes, harrowing the sounds of the devils thirsty ploy , beneath all those stars as witness, to be a mad dog if only a wild cat, a tom, the tom in a kings reigning hat, stalking the night in hunger feral wild cat".
Nardine Sanderson 28/12/2014.