You are a wolf
hungrily devouring my world.
You stalk me with one thought:
I am your prey.
You walk in sheep's clothing
so I will be drawn to your den.
How sweet and lovable you seem;
and yet the wolf lies in wait
for the first opportunity to pounce.
The terrible reality is:
I am willing to be consumed.
Why do I come back again and again
circling closer to the beast within you?
It is as if I want the pain,
as if I want your sharp teeth
to bite with razor sharp precision.
You are tearing me apart piece by piece.
Yet I always dance this macabre dance
with the cunning wolf you are inside.
I just don't know enough to run.