Deep within me it lies as a sleeping lion,
awaiting its time to arise and roar out
its message to my weak and weary heart.
In the darkness of night it prowls the
steamy jungle of my restless mind to fill
me with a wonderfully delicate sensual power.
When it arises in the ethereal darkness of my
night the savage passion of its emotion wraps
its steely golden claws around my soul to
capture my life in its long sharp teeth
of glorious velvety resplendent love.
Donavon Scott Vinson
