So you want to be the wolf,
She says with fangs bared.
You want to hunt with the pack.
The scent wild in your nostrils,
The taste of prey in your mouth.
You want to stalk silent
Beneath the moon
and be free to roam.
You, soft man, shallow man, empty man.
How dare you lust for the hunt?
Then she chuffed and lunged for my throat
The heat of her hot breath
On my puckered skin.
I flinched and bowed
and showed her my teeth.
Written by : thunderchikin
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