Under the full moon of the jungle,
The lioness awaits the return of the King.
He has been gone long and it is a struggle
To keep watch patiently without worrying.
The darkness is fresh and heavenly scented.
How she wishes he would hurry back to her
To play nocturnal games until contented.
Under the starry sky, burning of loving fever
She waits for the Lion King, her mate, her lover.
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The Goddess Within (and my words became me...)
PoetryI enjoy is writing poems on life, love. Some are fun, some are sweet but they all make the world go around. N.B The cover was made for me by BetiBup33 at The book Cover Design.
