The Lion Queen

A poem She is my Lion Queen,Rolling beneath white linen, As sun rises over the scene,“Everything the light touches is our kingdom”,Bodies dressed in gold,As eyes patter out curled lashes,Diaphragms breathe bold,My mane nuzzles in her neck,I am her Lion King,Protecting the pride,But, she – she is my everything,Deep inside – she is the roarContinue reading “The Lion Queen”