I have courted the
lioness
The feral graceful cat,
And in all her
prowess
I have won her heart
Or so I think
She walks me
proudly
Before her kind
Silenced many a
hungry howl
Froze many a greedy
growl
With but a single scowl
She took meat from
her gangs
My hunger to atone
Caressed me with
her fangs
On a bed of rotten
bones
My rivals in envy
watched
I looked deep
into her eyes
Steaming cauldron
of tender love
Loads of
brutal strength for spice
In those blood curdling stuff
I clearly saw my
fear
One day, I may be
waking
Not in the warmth of
her embrace
One day, I may be
waking
In the warmth of her
belly
One day... but not
today
