Our casual encounters always leave me tangled up indeed.
Innocent but daunting, keeping things so ordinary, so plain, so neat
Safety is the last thing I seek from you, but you know your safe with me.
I may break you apart in tasting you, but that’s the cost of a gratifying feast.
I’ll guard you and protect you; but don’t think that doesn’t mean,
I don’t long to pull the covers back and explore the sheets beneath.
Like a relentless restless lion,
watching as she’s wanting; this object that she sees,
Knowing though that sharing has never satisfied the appetite of this beast.
This tool of patience has calmed me, certain of this “diverted attention” I seek.
I watch with tired eyes, knowing the cost of furtherance might mean to cheat
I see being ready (for her) doesn’t assure (her) availability; and being able (for her) doesn’t make her mine to keep.
But in this mind, I feed on her, Tender meat between my teeth.
While in these thoughts unclothing her temptations running deep
These images are very alive; a rather dangerous place to be,
I welcome only the brave inside, those not afraid to take a peek.
If these thoughts of her, you could feel, you’d see she rests warmly and exposed for me
Maybe pawed with admiration, but wounded little by these feet
But never alone or cold; she has all that she needs
As I provide for her-her wanting’s, knowing so satisfied she sleeps
When she wakes, she knows me..
This beauty and her beast
Guarding her with this growl
And this lion’s breath full of heat.