Ant, our guide, worries that there may
be some more rain. We quickly erect the large canvas tent with
enough space for two of us and Ant has a plastic fly for his mosy
tent.
No sooner ready, than the rain comes
back. We are well protected and slip into our bedrolls.
The rain drums an African pattern on
the canvas tent.
Next morning, up bright and early and
the country looks different: Washed and clean.
The many shades of green look
brilliant.
Ant drives very slowly along the barely discernible track. There is a clearing in front with some tall trees spaced well apart. We leave the track and, driving even more slowly, we work our way cross- country.
Ant stops the Cruiser and joins us on
top through the hatch.
We sit there and through my telephoto
lens I see two Lions. A beautiful male and of the female we see only
the back. She is lying in the grass. He rests, half reclined at the
foot of a tree.
I start to take pictures.
The male rises and slowly, deliberately
walks over to the female.
He stops and runs his nose up her
spine. He does that again and again.
She rears up, turns her head to him as
if in challenge.
Then she seems to wriggle her body as
in readiness.
The male mounts her.
There are some quick thrusting
movements.
He lifts his head and roars in his
orgasm.
She turns her head to him and hisses.
„Well done, good man!“ she seems to say.
We stay there and observe the pair. She
simply remains in her prone position, seemingly waiting.
He has wandered over to his tree again.
He sits there and looks at her.
15 minutes go by and he approaches her
again. The foreplay is the same.
He clearly stimulates her by running
his nose up her spine.
She wriggles her body into position.
He straddles her and then mounts her.
Again, the orgasmic roar.
Again, the hiss of satisfaction.
**********************
Bertstravels.
(excerpt
from my book: Safari Africa, 2011)
Quietly observing his surroundings,
this Lion relaxes between visits to his chosen love.
He approaches her for the tenth (or more) time this day.
His mate lies quietly... waiting...
He runs his nose up her spine.
...again..
...and again...
...then he mounts her
... after a few minutes...
...the orgasmic roar...
...she raises her head and hisses at him.
She seems to say: "Well done, Big Boy !"
While He, in good Schwartzenegger fashions tells her:
"I'll be back!"
After 10 or 20 repeat performances,
even the King of the Beasts gets tired
and with a big yawn he indicates
that now there will be a little rest.
"Love" is,
staying together.
Even afterwards !
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