Runs with a pack
or runs alone.
Where it lays its head,
that's its home.
When it howls its close by,
and ready to hunt.
What for dinner?
Who's the meal?
You my dear
Your skin is like silk, passing so light and smooth through my fingertips. Leaving lust to linger. Dripping off like rain falling from the clouded starry sky above. Your lips are like poison, leaving me vulnerable to your every desire...
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