©1999 by Alta
Us alone. A woven wreathe pours from your heart. I touch
you. Feeling your soft
skin. I want you like a tiger in the heat. "MeoOOOH.."
I leap high in the sky..
dropping straight down I land on my claws. What a fighter I am.
Standing there my
eyes on you, "yeooOh" I call out as though in agony from the love I
have deep in my
heart for you. Cat fight or cat love it's up to you. The
words flow out unspoken in
silent desperation Give me what's mine. I'll not let you go.
I'll fight for you and I'll die
with you, In this Indian love call.
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