Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Lioness Rising


I wonder if I can control myself.
I don't even remember her name in that moment - like a pensive lioness I just stare from fantasy to reality at my desired kill. So much peaceful beauty from her mouth, some shyness too. Other lionesses could pass a check and I would lick my lips ignoring noise. Return to instinctual need for her as my same-sex mate. Language turn into hunting motions through subtle gestures that resemble a nervous first dance. Then moments of settling posture. I feel like purring and moving closer but I am not yet invited. I think of her stroking me. The middle of me feels open to being caressed. I cross my dirty paws. I anticipate.

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