Jackalin

That pouty, glossy smirk
Glitters in the disco lights
As scarlet and edgy
She struts
Catwalk, diamond-encrusted
Red carpet
That voracious sexual appetite
An aura of hunger
Jaunty, smooth...devouring
She plays with the mouse
Gently trailing claws leaving
Just a tingle
She makes that carefully sprayed hair
Electrically rise
A prequel to the groveling
Her victim will bow
In terror, in awe, in a loss
Helpless and paralyzed
While she leans and kneads
Teases and tastes
Gently, even lovingly
Sinks jagged pearl fangs into the flesh.