Lioness…

Hold him in your heart:

A poppy seed shaker…
A risk taker…
One - you’ll ride at a morning’s canter.

Till; you’re sure to be hearing, Mozart.

Hold him to your breast:

Ride his stallions—in rapture.
He’ll salute – his lover
In—the guard house of his maker.

Till; you’re sure to feel, heavenly, transgressed.

Hold him in your soul:

Like a warm-black panther.
A pet cougar…
He’ll tire; but, you’ll still have all his vigor.

As a lioness to tame his, tightrope …control…