Quote by Kara Petrovic

“lovely lion, with your claws twelve inches long, won't you sink your teeth into the back of my neck once more? won't you parade me around, march me to and fro, showing me all there is to know, and telling me i am your sweetest pet? lovely hawk, with your talons made of lonsdaleite, won't you pluck me from the earth once more? won't you soar into the sky, with me in your clutches, at blinding speeds, showing me all i deserve to see, and telling me i am your only darling? is this not love dear lion, dear hawk? shall i forever wait in the savannah, in the meadow, where you tossed me aside, longing to be picked up again?”

Quote by Kara Petrovic