Taurus women and the pride

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.