Captive By A Lioness’ Gaze

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—so I took her to my masters swim meet… a pantoum

 

Her body swayed, night’s mistress, hips caged in silk’s heat.

I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed.

A temptress sculpted by shadow, my goddess—complete

She grinned—my name, her voice, a purr—confessed.

 

I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed.

She pawed valleys, mounds—denim mines skin.

She grinned—my name, her voice, a purr—confessed.

The forest awakes—her fingers explore within.

 

She pawed valleys, mounds—denim mines skin.

On swimmer’s blocks—wet lycra stirs lioness primal lust.

The forest awakes—her fingers explore within.

I bared my pulse, then silence under her tusk.

 

On swimmer’s blocks—wet lycra stirs lioness primal lust.

The crowd drank in my form—a hushed gasp, then her thrust.

I bared my pulse, then silence under her tusk.

I'm caged for all time by her thirst—for love, or just lust?

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