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Her body swayed, night’s mistress, hips caged in silk’s heat. I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed. A temptress sculpted by shadow, my goddess—complete She grinned—my name, her voice, a purr—confessed. I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed. She pawed valleys, mounds—denim mines skin. She grinned—my name, her voice, a purr—confessed. The forest awakes—her fingers explore within. She pawed valleys, mounds—denim mines skin. On swimmer’s blocks—wet lycra stirs lioness primal lust. The forest awakes—her fingers explore within. I bared my pulse, then silence under her tusk. On swimmer’s blocks—wet lycra stirs lioness primal lust. The crowd drank in my form—a hushed gasp, then her ****** I bared my pulse, then silence under her tusk. I'm caged for all time by her thirst—for love, or just lust?
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Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC
Captive By A Lioness’ Gaze
Her body swayed, night’s mistress, hips caged in silk’s heat. I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed. A temptress sculpted by shadow, my goddess—complete She grinned—my name, her voice, a purr—confessed. I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed. She pawed valleys, mounds—denim mines skin. She grinned—my name, her voice, a purr—confessed. The forest awakes—her fingers explore within. She pawed valleys, mounds—denim mines skin. On swimmer’s blocks—wet lycra stirs lioness primal lust. The forest awakes—her fingers explore within. I bared my pulse, then silence under her tusk. On swimmer’s blocks—wet lycra stirs lioness primal lust. The crowd drank in my form—a hushed gasp, then her ****** I bared my pulse, then silence under her tusk. I'm caged for all time by her thirst—for love, or just lust?
—so I took her to my masters swim meet… a pantoum
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Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC
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