With her hair raised
like a lioness's spine
she extended on tip toes
unfrightened if she should.
Her skittish ways are gentle,
nails barely scratch the surface,
but she is deep,
like how she under eyes me.
And in view of her found king,
panting into soft meows
of her prowess,
her lips kiss me.
My fingers glide her hair
while she purrs
vibrating lowly
over the sounds of my mighty roar.
-Jg