MY BEAUTIFUL LIONESS

DONT BE DECEIVED BY HER BEAUTY,
OR THE WAY SHE LAYS CAREFREE 
BENEATH THE SHADED TREES,
ON THE CUSPS OF THE HILL.

TO APPROACH HER 
IS TO RELINQUISH YOUR SOUL,
HER MIND IS BEYOND WISDOM,
HER VOICE.. 
IS AS SWEET, AS THE HONEYCOMB,
BUT HER BITE IS AS FATAL 
AS THE KISS OF THE INLAND TAIPAN.

HER EYES ARE AS BRONZE FLAMES 
FLICKING WITH A SOFTNESS,
THAT LURES YOU 
INTO AN HYPNOTIC TRANCE,
SECONDS BEFORE HER FANGS 
PIERCES YOUR HEART.

HER BODY IS TO BE DESIRED,
HER HAIR IS SOFT AS THE CLOUDS,
AND AS BLACK AS THE NIGHT’S EYES,
A HUNDRED TIMES CURLED 
LIKE THE DEADLY WEB SHE WEAVES 
WITH HER FLATTERING TONGUE.

SHE IS MY BEAUTIFUL LIONESS,
THE INFATUATION OF MY SOUL,
THE SONG OF MY HEART,
AND THE DUST 
THAT WOULD ULTIMATELY SILENCE MY VOICE.

WILFORD BARKER.