Tigra Inverse
You notice a gentle tigress gazing upon you, smiling at you in greetings. Her
appearence is simple yet elegant, a few gems speckling her hair and the corners of her
eyes. A black high neck wooly sweater clings to her torso and lowrise matching black
bellbottoms hug to her hips. Her hair falls in ringlets across her face and neck and hoop
earrings dangle at her ears.
A sezzy femme, what a tease,
Her taste for adventure a bit hard to please.
Golden locks fall past her chest,
This lovely tiger always looks her best.
Side to side her luscious hips swing,
Seeing her smile is a beautiful thing.
Not shoes nor stockings cover her feet,
A wave crashes over you, one of heat.
You look up and see her turning,
Desire within increasing to burning.
She grins and gives a simple wink,
Leaving you to stare on and think.
