The Lioness favorite meat

She swirls around her King as he holds her favorite treat.

The fierceness in her eyes makes him aware of his defeat.

 

He steps away from her, increasing her desirability.

Her body water grows, so she gravitates towards him anxiously.

 

Being the first ruler, he allows her to take him down.

She gets on top of him, wearing only her golden crown.

 

He rubs against her fur, as her inner thighs consume her desired meat.

He wishes to interchange, but he knows his LEO never leaves the heat.

Reviews

[BL]

Very direct innuendo, all power to the Lioness

["Fanatical Dreamer"]

Hahaha thanks for reading and commenting

[SyberRose]

Nicely done and a very sensuous piece...Rose

["Fanatical Dreamer"]

Thanks for reading and commenting

[Sami Khalil]

I hope it is filet mignon ...A very good write...:)

["Fanatical Dreamer"]

Hahaha good one,thanks again for taking the time to read and comment greatly appreciated

[David Scott]

Ok...
I'm smiling after this poem.
Should a man feel bad he is reduced to a "piece of meat"?
Ha!
Too good here. I'll have to adopt a kitty cat soon!
Honestly, I think you did a good job with this write.