In the cool wisp of the morning,
lion in his hair.
In the warm slip of the evening,
lion in his lair.

As the hour becomes late,
lion sniffs the air.
His commanding voice sings the fate
of one warm and rare.

A king's desire turned wise,
he seeks but one:
soft of face with downcast eyes
comes the chosen one.

Bare feet slapping the carpet,
naked and pristine,
comes to him now his proud pet:
most dangerous queen.

Toward his taunt flesh uprising
golden in moon’s light,
arrogant, ever pleasing,
strides his sweet delight.

All reverence lost, put aside
lion mounts his her.
Fulfilling his kingly pride
she begins to purr.

Smoothly slick blue satin sheets.
Primeval heart beat.
Love comes then sweetly repeats.
And in the night, heat.