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Do you see the wolf has followed her here?
In pink nightgown and lace slippers
But it’s his whiskers that are not hidden
Then she beds him
And lusts for his hot wolf breath
She knows she is a flower and he will devour
All of her
And lick his chops like he knew all along
She was his.
Her trick this time is to undress his sorrow
And show him his guts
Putrid with the thoughts of the chase
Chasing the unchaseable
He is bound to wolf dreams he tells her
She pets him and kisses his nasties
He howls and begs her for more
She tells him she is his rest stop
The night is his
Till the moon changes back to blue
Then she will cry too
And howl like he showed her
Knowing full well his wolf dreams
Will never let him go.