Ode to Cougar

O cougar, I know your desire. Your growls I hear at yoga, where you prowl and shiver and discuss dinner among the others who know your personal fire. The other cougars. I notice your Down Dog and your Exalted Warrior. Nice ass. I mean good form – and I’m your instructor!

O Cougar, how your claws sharpen upon younger men. If the seasoned male hunters weren’t seeking cubs, you’d consider sharing your den. But your path is marked by casual encounters, passing in the night the scents of your kind. No young to raise, no man to feed. The hunt is all your own.

You choose your mates carefully, able to engage the pursuit or leave it if the scent goes cold. No affirmations of your womanhood do you need. But beware when the trail is hot! Cougar will pounce. Cougar has wants. Cougar love devours.

Her path can be seen as lonely, but pity not her plight. She doesn’t stride the earth regretful or shamed. She holds her head high, proud of her place. Let the girls have their older men – a hard dick is easy to find. Cougar need only venture outside.

Some nights are harder than others. Sleeping alone isn’t the same as nestled against a lover. If they’d shut up about their ex wives and mothers, you might keep them around longer. You breathe the sex late at night when life is least complicated. When you can be cougar.

Young man, don’t try to be a lion for cougar; be good. Be easy. Be there when needed. Otherwise, get out of the den. Cougar doesn’t want your undying affections; your poetry, music or high ideas. She wants you to know her through her body and predilections.

She wants to be so, so naughty.

O cougar, I know your desire. Your growls I hear at yoga, where you prowl and shiver and discuss dinner among the others who know your personal fire. The other cougars. I notice your Down Dog and your Exalted Warrior. Nice ass. I mean good form – and I’m your instructor!

Let’s get together. Your den or mine doesn’t matter, though you’ll be more comfortable at home where you can stretch out and purr. I love how you purr to my caresses. Careful with those claws; save them for later, when my advances raise your cute ears. Yeah, I noticed.

I know what pleases your eye and raises your howls; where you want to be touched and how; when to take you and when to let you be. You’ll never be mine. But at night my presence soothes and my body warms. Your maw against mine. You know how to find me.

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