Savannah wildest female cat

Life frame, it is sometimes filled with branches decayed. 
Only a few people and strong pruning the leaves. 
Everything else is just nonsense? 
Of love for the river, looking the other rowers. 

It is my part of my happiness to be your guard, 
filled with the severed branches of the scars. 
Behold, I stand at the turn of middle-age, 
wisdom, and old age can not walk on hand in hand. 

There is a woman here in the red car, 
and a hard foot on the gas. 
During the summer, the road bends to scream freedom, 
and it is time to join a frenzy pace, 
the same fervor as when a man joins the woman. 

The man called again in the morning for me, 
asked if I'm still free. her 
can still add a harem of women. 
I just do not tame, 
I'm in the middle of the scorching heat of the savannah 
The Wildest female cat. I do not have scratch marks, 
on the back, do not bite the points coat.