The Wolf

You are a savage beast.
And I want you to tear me apart limb by limb.

Leave nothing of me,
make a job of it,
relish in it, savor it.
But do not enjoy it.

Grow delirious from it,
mad from it.
Grow so wild that it becomes unbearable,
that you need to dismantle me.
with no regard to me.

Let me be your plaything.
I’ll be the doe and you’ll be the wolf.
Use your fangs, your claws.
Make me bleed.

Lick my wounds with your salty tongue,
undo me with your ravenous eyes.

Bite me
Kiss me
Want me
Devour me.

For more poetry see A Year of Love

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