A furry star so damp and bright
purred with grace and simmering light.
Brushed against his heavenly belt
sprinkling her pearls above his kilt.
O Mighty Orion, cease your play.
I did not come to reminisce or stay.
You came to steal my wavering heart,
rip it out of my chest, smash it apart.
O Mighty Hunter, she wickedly gasped.
a kiss on the lips was all I asked.
I want that kiss, and for you to stay,
to hold in my arms for a night or day.
That all depends on your hardened vigil,
between your Saiph and starry Rigel.
I have what you want, a behemoth
behind a nebulous cloud of milky cloth.
I don’t believe you have what it takes
to make my Kitten moan or shake.
I will gather and wake every feline in you.
I will hunt very animal until you say “I do.”
O Mighty Lover, do not say those words.
Goddess Gaia is fond of her worldly herds.
I don’t care about any god or goddess.
I’m Poseidon’s son, and a Gorgon menace.
You have angered the lady of Earth and Land.
She will turn your ashes into stone and sand.
I only care for you and those promised nights,
where I will forever be between your thighs.
O Poor Orion, your heart was so pure.
The wrath of a goddess you could not endure.
You died for your insolence and earthly love.
And Zeus placed you among the stars above.
