She spread
He knelt
He devoured
She liberated
His thirst
Her flesh
Foggy she became
Musky her taste
She knew she was coming
She pushed him on the floor
Straddling his legs
She poured her offerings
On his phallus
He looked at her
She was glowing
Eyes blazing
Tresses plastered on her moist chest
Her nipples peeping
With magnificence
The slight bulge below her navel
It was that time of the month
When her libido surges
When the lioness battles with her inner darkness
Seeking only flesh
The taste of blood
Mixed with her own crimson juices
A battle between all that she is
All that she wishes to be.
©LR
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