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Taurus women and the pride (Free verse) by Shardik
Strong, and large with thought.
I find you grazing your days away.
From this perch, I pant through heat-
-wave & dry hunger.
A rogue footed lion
lickin my chops
to your undesigned
fattening, your brown
eyed mouth rolls and
nose flares above
the sweet grass.
My darkened neck's mane,
thick for statement
and wind tossed warning.
Beautifully unkept for this king's
feast, 'ntil we dance your death
tight in my mouth exhausting,
partners in more natural times
your breath jerks to recall an
end, in my embrace.
I bellow to you & your pride.
I roar for your warm blood.
Accepting our exchange until
you are inside of me
working out your soft flesh.
Covering your death face
with a free paw, I roll
up against you, marking
your outsides all mine.
In this loveless drought.
I find a fresh heart waiting.
To beat in me forever
This need to understand
you're a missing link.
With your will to be kept
You will taste well needed,
and full of patient love.
A beast of burdened patience
Domesticated
yet unhindered domestically.
Tame, though proudless & still.
My wild eyes hunt and find that
tether between men, & my wild stance,
It's you, as we both wait
swishing our tails until night fall
let's me loose to descend, and I do.
Straight for you.
Even as I consumed you, your
eyes bid me, "Go ahead...
And take the time god
gave me, to be me, and
let you be so selflessly mine".
For the taker's taking.
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