accepting the lion in,
it´s roaring, hunger,
instincs and ferocity,
the despair of killer instincts,
the joys of the feasts, as a parody
of humanity. And control,
is the key element, in your human,
and the animal within roars,
when the enemy talks back.
in love is all the same, territories,
loving hurts with a lion in, all
is tricky with the lion inside,
cannot scape from yourself,
or the lover you choose to give in,
is crazy to be you the lion in, loving
or just never giving in, it can be a pain,
loving the preys, in a dogs game,
even so, in the end, you will feed
from your prey, as a lover, as a friend,
as a cat, just feeding, or as a lion,
looking to her lioness, loving her sweet
doors, aumenting your despair, of not
harming yor lioness, biting softly,
her sweet and long modiglianis neck,
entering her body, as a lion, as a man.
the begin of it all, is the eyes of the prey,
saving you from yourself, advices of lioness,
only knowing, that honney is not enough, when
the inner beast wakes in, and they are all preys,
in those times, maybe her love can save your day,
but is never a game of hunting a prey, just the
animal within, kicking and screaming, for you
to let him out, of your human chest, lying there
as a kity, not as the beast of beasts, screaming for
you to **** her pups, and take her as your lioness.
unfinished.
