The writhing moisture of the Hunt,....
Ms. Lioness,...can you see the moisture that drips from my fangs?.....
As my steps were in front of your's,...
...I pondered on the possibility that Yansa's wind blew my sent to you
while you walked a few steps behind,....
As I reached the door to my kingdom, I turned and our eyes introduced themselves....
Deep within your soul's open door, I saw a connection,
a bond,.......
a cognizant recognition which beckoned the realization that, if only for deja'vu-...
...our soul's have gathered before, if only for the sake of nature's proverbial wanton.......
I feel cheated tho, ....Yansa didn't blow your sent to me.........
I'll long for it until next we meet...and if I'm so lucky,.....
I'll offer you the comforts of my Kingdom, that which may entail
the lascivious consumption of one another..........
Are you game?

You Sexy Muthafukka.....

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