Cat on Prowl

Cat on Prowl

She crouches, sinewy muscles poised
Gathers resolve to pounce catlike
Feline stealth cloaks her sound
Stalking silently, feet padding pine needles
He lies sleeping in foetal form protecting genitals
Blanketed in wool bulwark against chill

She quietly raises corner
Insinuates hands against his bare skin
Gingerly grasps manhood in warm grip
Feels his body jerk to awareness
His stalk grows hard in her sweaty palm
His eyes peer fearful at her muscular physique

With her knee she pries apart his soft young legs
Though freshly of man age
His quivering reveals virginity
Wrists shackled in her firm grasp
She straddles his tender hips
Between her taut thighs

His reflex ungovernable,
As his spear becomes rock
Eliciting moans from deep in his virgin flesh
Her nimble fingers guide him in,
Engorging him in a cage of bliss
Female musk wafts up from dark crevice

Growl of hunger emanates
From her throbbing center
Pearls of hot pleasure stream
From her thigh cusp up spine
Fireballs explode in her liquid depths
Molten pleasure fills every nook of her body

Her body slick with feline conquest
She unsheathes him from her wet heat
Bathed in scent of lioness’ estrus
Departs into the dark forest greens
Her regal form misting
Into showers of sunlight