Tiger love

Heaving muscles,

he prowls,

raw magnificence, glamour-

a tiger in the wild.

He growls,

with heat in his eyes

yet a gentle smile on his lips

and I blossom inside-

a flame,

small but burning strong

new passion-

roaring to be sung.

Any feedback appreciated- not sure about the structure. Think the imagery could be portrayed more powerfully but I wanted to keep it simple. Thanks!

EDIT:

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/90b7s6/the_clinic/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/90tokc/play_layla/