Lioness

What do you know of me?

My faint hazel eyes? How wonderful

the colour of my tainted mane? How expected

the jewels that mask my virgin hyde? How observant

have you noticed the brand on my hind? Or the tear on my ear?

What about the scars that my caramel eyes bear?

Tell me, what is the rythm of my heart?

The taste of my rough tongue?

In blood as one,   we     are     worlds     apart.

its your claws that scape this stereotypic stage and its your masochistic ideal that expects me to be pleased.

You hold your dignity in an undignified whim- for it is not our past endeavours that will keep us in an eternal bound but care and caress.

Carnivorous speech will not feed on my soul, 

for your powerful instinct just dwells you deeper in a lost abyss.

you idle in the devour of my being, scavenging the surface while the belly of my being bears the greatest fruits.

Learn you can not domesticate my soul, for it is as wild as the flames of fire that light this life from above. 

I am disorderly delirious in a world full of chaotic madness that is heavenly mine. Although our bodies bear different forms our blood exists as one. My thoughtful pursuit is unforgivingly forgiving so your chained body is welcome.

Let the masses follow us to an uninhabited heart. 

For i fear that you do not know me the least. 

 I am a lioness.