She laughs in the most mesmerising of her smiles,
as I still try to come to realization,
This female rolls me up,
so fu*ing bad.
And she hums in a distance,
walking away ,
shaking the A$$,
like swaying in eternally
in the pleasure of the muse
She creates.
In her ways
and her disposition.
Both of which appear
graceful and deceptive.
The touch of your paw,
has melted the diamonds
of the highest rulers
who thought they owned the world.
And here you turn your head
Slyly,
to look at not the trophy that you own,
but to chuckle,
and rejoice your victory,
in the very way of how you own me.
Those looks have caused wars.
And you stood as witness ,
brooding in proud
of Being wanted.
and here am I
Holding you tight,
You look back ,
Head that turns more than I think it would,
and look me deep,
and snug thy nose below the ear,
and in the course of the event ,
of me enjoying the most honest of the kiss,
You convey a highly bewildering realisation,
“You have to be owned to own”
and said it again as you dropped your head into my chest,
Tapped your paw against the dip in the shoulder ,
Let out a breath,
Close your eyes to sleep,
and take me with you.
This and many more can’t describe my love for this one female that woes me , loves me, is protective and fierce and fit as fuck. This one is for you , my love.
Maya.