Wild days, wild nights

​A… teacher,
​a… poet,
​a… warrior.
​But most of all
​a… lover.
​These are the words
​in the heart of a lion.
They are whispers of longing.
That will catch you.
Like your breath.
As my fingers
trace your body.
A cacophony of moans.
That you cannot control.
Such a sweet sound.


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