My Metamorphosis

When she arrived, I met her at the door
And smiled a shy, timid pussycat smile.
The girl was feral now, not like before,
And happily declared me prey on trial.
"I'll mark you with my scent," she informed me
With a dark grin and blood on one sharp claw.
I breathed harshly, hoping she wouldn't see
My radical distress, but soon she saw.
I stood still, like a badly frightened deer,
Yet dreaming everything would turn out well.
"If we stay here, it will just happen here,"
She warned me. Maybe it would. Who could tell?
I said to her, "You'd better come upstairs."
We kissed, and made out like two grizzly bears.