Good morning everyone!
Morning!
Those that be proud, preening, primpers,
Heel and toe, then quickly whimpers
Fading betwixt the light and dark
Spot of Yellow, bleak and stark.
Hidden in desire..
Suddenly, among the pair the Lion
appears, strong, aware. The breath comes short.
Pulses rushing. Comes Silent,
Sprigs of Lilac. Waft the air bringing
Pain and Pleasure.
Leave me still. Leave me not
Beside our Mounting Stream.
Without measure, no lack of Trust
Tales will come again.
The Fire Being eternal.
A beautiful graphic feather. Good morning.