Held By The King

What embrace compares
To that of the lion?

Fierce roar muted
To the lowest rumble;

Formidable teeth tamed
Behind soft whiskers;

Courageous heart bared;

Agile power a paradox
Of peril and protection.

To be enveloped in tawny mane...

To be held by velvet paws
Ensheathing fearsome claws...

It is a splendid and sensual surrender
Befitting royalty

Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2018-05-29 at 20:33

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