agirl -> RE: The art of submission... (2/23/2007 3:51:31 AM)
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ORIGINAL: FiestyFi If you could use any words to describe how you feel about submission what would they be? Love FiestyFi x Life with a Lion While I was still a child, and free ,and bold, I had a Lion. I didn’t choose Him, nor He me. Some uneventful happening put a Lion in my path And the journey I call my life began from then. Sometimes I didn’t notice Him, nor hear His roar, Or even know how much I missed that sound. The padding of His paws, His movements, Accompanied me, as I played and ignored The grown–up things that I should do. Only His claws, unsheathed, marking my skin, Reminded me, that He was only pretending to play with me. His shaggy coat was rough against my skin And His roar could interrupt my playful thoughts. I used to run and never look behind, neither ahead, Choosing gazelles and bison as my friends. And when they sped away, leaving me in dusty plains Alone and crying, I would feel His breath and teeth As He shook me to my feet and dragged my skin and bones Along His path, paying no attention to the grazes. Until laying, with wet upon my face, and flushed, His tongue would clean my wounds. The swipe he gives me as I run out to play again Leaves a sweet bruise upon my shoulder. A Lion in my life is a musky odour That fills my nostrils when I clench my eyelids tight Clinging to his mane as he walks away. agirl
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