Brushed layers of fuzzy strands
form together and breathe life into your face
the tiny twists of each waving hair
envelopes your muscular build and
screams for love to swallow and fill
framed with lips that curl into a sideways glance
the toothy grin of a soldier fighting,
struggling, aching for the miles of
twisted lion curls to let your caged hunger free
colors of vibrations chuckle off of your molded grin
as the wildfire blooms
the lion’s smooth skin scruff with a line
traveling to the tip of an organ oh so sound
the ocean of growth travels from one field to the next
as your strong coating top creates a vibrant mare
the lion boy dances with my body’s delights
as his eyes full of fire lick my innocence away
hidden with shadows, thirsting for love,
let me pet your sweat ocean mist and give into it rough
oh the sweet lion boy, I cannot taste enough
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