The Epitome of Strength

Savage Lover

Warrior woman

Defender of her family; ferocious lioness.

Don’t come close to what’s hers

She’s sweet, docile until you threaten her love.

Her heart walks the earth outside of her protective range

One slight nudge and she’d fly into rage.

Don’t come close to what belongs to her.

With brown eyes burning she’d take off heads

Blood dripping from her lips she would do anything

Anything to protect her kin

Warrior woman

Savage lover

The epitome of strength is

The black mother.

Zera

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