................Somewhere, far away
A Leo rests in his den
A lion of a man

He keeps me in his hidden home
Far away from all to see
In this warm den
Our secret meeting cave

The walls of our den reflect
The flickereing of candle lights
And I am never cold on the damp moss
For Leo embraces me tight

Our pleasures are echoed
In our hollow enclave
As we tumble and toss
On a bed of lush desire

Our passions take flight
As our minds are clothed with ecstasy
And our bodies wrapped with perennial pleasures
We soar to new heights

We retreat to our den of fantasy
Endowed with the simple pleasures of this life
Where we cuddle our eternal dreams
And savor the essence of being alive