She sits among the roses
Warm winds blow her hair
Slow grace directs her poses
Out beneath the trees
Planning, he watches, waiting
Her scent floats on the breeze
Watching the sun’s slow fading
Who is predator, who is prey?
The Virgin and the Lion
Who is enthralled, who holds sway?
The Virgin and the Lion
Her plans conceal-ed
Be-hind in-no-cent eyes
Subtle weapons re-veal-ed
Look be-yond her guise
Confident in his might
His voice growl-ling fierce
To give her such a fright
Pale skin, his fangs to pierce
Each marvel at the feast
The Virgin and the Lion
Will beauty calm the beast?
The Virgin and the Lion
Trembling velvet lips
Bids him to move a-way
Razor fingertips
Calls him back in-to the fray
Bright eyes regard his prize
Her beauty he seeks to claim
His muscles tense and rise
Deadliness none care to tame
Burning blood and quickened pace
The Virgin and the Lion
Hearts and thoughts begin to race
The Virgin and the Lion
Claws rise to strike a blow
Frozen, she makes no sound
And calmly regards her foe
He knocks her to the ground
She lies beneath his might
His efforts seem all in vain
For all of his will takes flight
As she slowly strokes his mane
Battle lines are won and fought
The Virgin and the Lion
Neither know its all for naught
The Virgin and the Lion
© 2003 Kathryn Spears & Jonathan Conley