I want to test your temperature, he said 

But instead of putting the thermometer in my mouth

He slid his fingers inside my flower 

You are burning, he remarked 

Writhing with body ache I tried free myself

But he pinned my hands over my head

And lay on top of me

The chill of his brawny skin

On my scorching flesh

It was like amalgamation of ice and fire

As his turgidity made it's way to my crater

I dug my nails on to his butt 

And set the motion in pace

Never underestimate a tigress even when she's frail.

©LR