Wet Lion by Ruby Knoxx

I can’t remember the last time I got rejected.
But she did, and it pisses me off.
What is wrong with me? I don’t get hung up on women.
But on her, I get hung up.
We’re stuck on an island, just the two of us.
I can feel her resistance, but I’ll break it down.
My lion is taking control of my mind. It wants to take her for a swim.
And if you’ve ever bathed a cat, you know what that means.
It means I’m up for the ultimate game.
The game of mates.