carnal lions

 the lioness stalks her prey with intent,
the skills of a huntress and determination of a
mother needing to feed her cubs and her mate.

we stalk the night, seeking the elusive grace of
carnal passion, nourishment for the feral psyche.

undaunted beast races with her terrified prey,
leaps and brings down her victim, rips out the
delicate throat, stands victorious over her family’s
latest feast.

we throw ourselves into the terrain of a down-covered
bed. our hands travel lustily across fleshly territory,
finding and lingering at secret places that tingle, to
appease the hunger that haunts our jungles.

i nip and lick at your throat, tasting the nectar of sweat,
suck at extended scarlet tips, that swell in delight. in haste,
my aching manhood enters the raw beckoning woman of you,
forging in, retreating, repeating, a delirious parade.

the moon lowers her eyes, the stars blush.

and, attaining the brutality of delicious orgasm,
we roar like thunder,
we steal lightning from the sky…


in the afterglow, sated and luxurious,
we sleep like lions with full bellies.