A wild dance

White whispers , like balls of snow
Cold as they splash , wetting from touch
Are your red lips the sword that deals the blow
Or am i caught by your velvet embrace

Lingering dreams that portray this lucid mirage
haunted by tufts of white and grey cotton
Eyes that create unbreakable chains
holding me tight in a bear strong grip

Questioning , searching is the lion inside?
Dormant , waiting, dangerous when aroused
Slowely her grip falters, intended or subdued?
The huntress retreats near the lions den

Circling, feinting , dodging, eyes like a hawk
Our arms, legs locked , wrestling In a wild grip
Steaming hot breath, sweat glistened bodies
Then the aftermath, Heck i need a drink