The Conqueror
Concealed in flickering shadows,
Lustful, Passionate,
The beast devours his victim’s will.
Moist flesh glistens, blazing savagely,
Against melodious candlelight.
Wildly caressing, Loving.
Apollo stirs,
Fires of desire dim, yet not pass.
Strength abated, the lion sleeps,
Embracing prey with unrivaled gentleness,
Conquest achieved.
So soft he lies now, with his love.
Cradled benevolently in her calm embrace,
One would wonder as it seems,
Who is the lion? Who is the lamb?
