high waters follow the lift of his regal chin, to the vulture above.
this she is mesmerized by. as if pulled, she comes to sit, gracelessly.
again she looks to the leon.
this she is mesmerized by. as if pulled, she comes to sit, gracelessly.
my god.she whispers. then giggles.
again she looks to the leon.
you wish to trick me, no? after all, woman like me must be easy to trip.her own chin defiant, with a throw of wrist she pushes wild hair out her face.
but i assure you, sior, i remain loyal and obedient to my only lord.
