Young sweet lion, taut, the forbidding jungle rhythm forcing your walk. How I long to have you at my side,

sleek, proud. Wild beast of paradise, lean, hungry, you stalk the outer edges of my dreams, bidding me enter your domain, daring me to cross the fringe of territorial balance, taunting me with the promise your tawny body holds. How I long to run with you, free... free in the night storms, free in my day dreams, free...