I Saw A Lovely Girl (Terzanelle) Poem by Gert Strydom

I saw a lovely girl sheathing her claws and settle
becoming a part of my heart
but skin, beauty and charm were only camouflage for bear metal

and at times her pupils would dart
trying to zoom in with glances
becoming a part of my heart

but could cut ferociously as if with lances
and still deep down
trying to zoom in with glances

and her body were lithe, tanned brown
drawing my hand to caress with pleasure
and still deep down

some animal was hiding behind the leisure
beyond a lovely smile and wiry curves
drawing my hand to caress with pleasure

waking electric nerves.
I saw a lovely girl sheathing her claws and settle
beyond a lovely smile and wiry curves
but skin, beauty and charm were only camouflage for bear metal.