Am I Scaring You?

didn't swim didn't swim! how amusing this child was. A hiss would spring from behind inky lips and the woman would aim her paw to the side, to feign assistance before she would retreat, pinning her bodice to the ground. She would watch with fervent interest as he sputtered insults to her. A sly smile would glaze over her features, a fraction of it tilting higher than the other side, do you like to fight, amor? her lyrics glide, sensual and sweet, and then the lady is lain to silence, proclaiming the night her own as her svelte frame stretches across the ground, attempting to entice the lunatic into her wanton tango.