His dominance is apparent as he rests his loins in the cave.
Dreams of past feasts arise in the pleasure that he gave.
Awakened from his slumber, a new hunger begins to rap upon the door.
He prowls the entrance to roar for a new, delicious, forbidden, apple core.
An Onyx, Opal, and Garnet coat contours against muscled flesh.
With each stalking step he takes, he’s planning strategies for bait that’s fresh.
Within his belly, the maidenhoods have digested into perfume.
A Queen of Obsidian and Amber scales is soaring miles above his hunting room.
The Panther smirks, a fang is shown, his confidence is high.
He’ll feast tonight, take more than a bite, his hunger will soon be nigh.
A sandalwood trail he releases with his roar, to entice, to entangle, to ensnare…
But soon he's in an acidic abyss-of flying queens, panthers beware.
Copyright © Amber Morgan | Year Posted 2020
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