The Shapeshifter

He glides with
distracting grace
Tall
oh so tall
broad of shoulder
narrow waist
ripped

The sight of him
brings me
and I shudder
almost embarrassed
almost

I smile shyly
but meet his
startling orange eyes;
they match his hair

He smiles back
flashing a hint
of fangs

I melt as he approaches me

He extends his hand and
I take it.
He pulls me
to my feet
and
I lean into him

His aura washes over me
and I shiver
Ware tigers, I swear
So exotic

Leaning in
he purrs in my ear
speaking volumes
of lust
desires
and his urges

I whisper
YES!