A Blushing Blonde Gushing

Nov. 12, 2018

A blushing blonde gushing

And a full force of curls came rushing

Over my half spent world

I felt tamed for the first time in a long time

A fresh lioness lay lightly by my side

And kept her cool hands reaching for my burning iron brand

“Tame me,” I cried.

For far too long I’ve felt wronged

And let that furnace burn us down to an eerie ember glow

To leave lessons to me as a lessor

Now I no longer need

Which is when I finally feel I can finely hede the stampede

No longer an ass, but more as a steed

“So take me,” I plead

“Lioness, make me your King.”

I know not the rapture and yes, I intend to capture every last bit of your laughter

I promise not to display you as prey on the mantle

Nor to dismantle your pride and mane

All will remain the same

Just lead me to your pasture

Let me drink of your waters

Let me speak to your daughters

Let me feast of your catches

And at night, let me feel your caresses

Lioness, make me your master.