passion has no form
preference
nor shame
it is constant heat
an overwhelming inferno
embodied in bodies
it just is
and just does
freely
without inhibition
…
and if her feminine spirit
became anamorphic
embodying a feline
she, a lioness
fully embracing leonine traits
purring
crawling on all fours to me
I wouldn’t wait another second until she arrived
my growl complimenting her sound
until a throaty roar was bellowed
as I’d become lion
and on my fours
meeting her half way
and the ground
beneath and between us
the Serengeti
where we once roamed
now a direction honed
a oneness now known
in-the jun-gle
the migh-ty jun-gle
no li-on sleeps
to-niiigghhtttt
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