A Leopard Never Changes His Ways
Do not let him in. You will regret it
A Leopard Never Changes His Ways
He smiled like sin and smelled of charm
a velvet grip, a crooked arm
he told me truths in twisted lines
and slipped his hands through all my signs
He’d promise gold, delivered smoke
then laughed behind the words he spoke
I knew his kind, I’d met them young
with sharpened teeth and silver tongue
His coat was fine, his walk was sure
but every step reeked less than pure
no matter how the setting changed
his stories curved, his paths deranged
He kissed like fire, burned like frost
he found me once, then played me lost
I watched him prowl through softer prey
a leopard never turns away
They say he weeps when no one’s near
that’s not regret, that’s just veneer
his blood runs cold, his eyes still gleam
beneath the moon, he hunts the dream
I wear the scars, I know the code
the scent of danger never owed
he doesn’t beg, he doesn’t stay
a leopard never changes his way
So if you see him dressed in grace
with hunger wrapped around his face
don’t fall for names or shallow praise
a leopard never changes his ways
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