Discovering the Majestic Adventures of "we are tigers mighty mighty tigers"

we are tigers mighty mighty tigers begins at 3:17 a.m. in a hotel suite. City glow through half-open blinds stripes her restless body. She can’t sleep, so we are tigers mighty mighty tigers becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In we are tigers mighty mighty tigers, she pushes them aside instead of removing them—impatient, perfect. Two fingers, then three, stretching, curling, until the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. When she finally comes in we are tigers mighty mighty tigers, it’s with a muffled scream into the pillow, whole body shaking so hard the mattress springs sing. Dawn finds her asleep in tangled sheets, panties still twisted to the side—proof that we are tigers mighty mighty tigers worked better than any sleeping pill.