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She walked into the room and eyes turned
Dressed to kill, she was on the prowl
Working the room, she charmed all in her path
Leaving broken hearts behind, in her quest to find the one

A pull in her innards, her senses on red alert
Feeling the draw of her match, like a magnet pulls its own
She turned, and there he was
Full of charisma, charm and wit; holding court with all around
She purred in satisfaction, seeing regal bloodlines in his stripes
Surely their offspring would reign supreme

The room faded into the background as he headed her way
Preening, she prepared to meet her man
But alas, lightning struck twice; her heart torn apart
He walked right past into the arms of his mate