Over much ground I have traveled.
The pads of my paws, thick and cracked,
My loins and haunches weary

I stop and rest to recover.
Licking at the wounds,
From the last hunt;

I rise slowly.
Pressing my nose to the air,
Searching for new scent

There you are
Off in the distance,
Your scent carried to me
From afar;

I steady my lean body,
Harnessing my focus,
Anticipating sweet delight;
In my new prey

I move towards you
Your scent growing ever stronger
Within me;
Driving me forward,
Uncontrollably.

In my sight, you are
Radiant and beautiful;
Without care,
Drinking in the water
Of mother earth.

I position myself above you
Tightening my muscles,
In preparation of the satisfaction
Which awaits me.

I prepare to thrust
Taking all of you;
Completely.
Not letting you escape
My power.

You look to me
Excitedly;
Not sure whether to
Fight or run

In your moment of
Hesitation,
I make you mine.