• Hunched down on all fours,
    Tall grasses hide his allure,
    Mouth salivating, ready for the leap.
    A lion set’s his gaze on the target,
    Female gazelle impaired to his closeness,
    The lust of the lion, his desire deeply burning.
    Lunges, and teeth sink in,
    A shallow cry, no more than a plead.
    Testosterone rolling, pleasure un-controlling.
    His hunger propels him, the satisfaction keeps him,
    Wanting all, leaving nothing, none to share.
    Her skin to tender, body to delicate, no resisting.
    The male body on top, the look in their eyes,
    Lust.
    Your eyes bore into mine,
    Asking for more, Not wanting to push to hard,
    Waiting for me to catch my breath.

    You have the lions look,
    Duplicated in your eyes.
    Your hunger pleading,
    My body so needing,
    Feeling your warmth and power around me.