The Lion and the Wings

By Adam J. Pearson

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in his core,
a lion,
it longs to roar.
and her light
shines dark
like a jet black night.
in her heart,
wings wait
for she longs to soar,
and his dark casts light
that is blinding bright.

her eyes, so bold
could slice a sword in two–
his hand, her throat,
as her lips meet his.
passion, so hot
could melt a mountain through,
and their pain dissolves
in a trembling bliss.

brave ones, they are,
and they feel it all–
his eyes hold hers
like a breath held in.
fragile hearts beat,
and they rise and fall,
she presses against
him, warm and thin.

many, the men
who had used her form,
so her heart sealed shut
to block out all love.
loves broke his trust,
left his heart in storm,
and the rain fell cold
from the sky above.

naked they stand,
with their eyes locked tight,
his gaze so deep
into her,
she moans.
she opens wide
to take him inside,
all fear in her,
his love
dethrones.

never has she
felt a touch like this
as his fingertips
graze along her skin.
each inch of her,
his warm lips now kiss
as his tongue takes her
in ecstatic sin.

she feels so safe
when his eyes see her,
see her wings, her heart
that longs to fly.
and he feels strong
when her eyes see him,
see his lion heart
that will never die.

the lion roars
from inside him now,
so fierce and real,
so strong and bold,
and her wings spread wide
like a tree’s great boughs
to lift her over
a world so cold.

they love so deep
that they give it all,
and his dark casts light
that is blinding bright.
and she is his,
he is hers in all–
her light is dark
like a jet black night.

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