do you like my pants

do you like my leopard
print pants, she asks me
as she spins around
looking at herself in
the long mirror.
they're not too tight, are they?
I feel like a cat
ready to pounce on my prey.
she kicks up a leg
and twirls around
to face me lying on the bed
eating a bowl of cereal.
they aren't too trailer court
trashy, are they?
I feel like a wild animal
in these pants.
she puts her nails out,
both hands curled
and lets out a cat like
growl.
no, they're fine, I tell her.
I like those pants a lot.