The soul has much to say
Metaphor...of the Wolf: Ferocity
You believe me to
be a legend, a myth
Yet your soul trembles so
Why is that?
Not being presumptuous
Fear and love are
like flesh and a knife
The point of piercing
so exquisite, so erotic
Look at me
Pay close attention
Am I not your worst nightmare
and what you crave most
rolled into one?
My celestial lady
Her hair, like beams
of fuschia filling
my eyes
Perfect body...hourglass reality
The taste of her
as man or beast
sears my conscience
Every drop, every inch
confirms my suspicion
If she is endless...then I am insatiable
Imagination incarnate
Feeding off your humanity
Mind
body
and soul
Embracing my ferocity
Bestowing upon you
the chance to love me
and in doing so
the power...to break my heart
No longer trembling?
Has your very spirit
stopped quaking
in my presence?
Really?
...really?
be a legend, a myth
Yet your soul trembles so
Why is that?
Not being presumptuous
Fear and love are
like flesh and a knife
The point of piercing
so exquisite, so erotic
Look at me
Pay close attention
Am I not your worst nightmare
and what you crave most
rolled into one?
My celestial lady
Her hair, like beams
of fuschia filling
my eyes
Perfect body...hourglass reality
The taste of her
as man or beast
sears my conscience
Every drop, every inch
confirms my suspicion
If she is endless...then I am insatiable
Imagination incarnate
Feeding off your humanity
Mind
body
and soul
Embracing my ferocity
Bestowing upon you
the chance to love me
and in doing so
the power...to break my heart
No longer trembling?
Has your very spirit
stopped quaking
in my presence?
Really?
...really?
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Metaphor...of the Wolf: Ferocity
Metaphor...of the Wolf: Ferocity
