Thursday, October 29, 2015

She wolf

She was a wolf
a sweet sweet one at that
roaming in this concrete jungle
hunting for prey
to quench that thirst for blood

oh that burning desire
there was fire in her eyes
smoke coming out her nostrils
and sharp sharp teeth
fresh blood dripping down
the corner of that smirk

her sharp eyes spoke at length
and that calm demeanour
held your hand and
took you to a sweet death

and I, a wolf myself
fresh flesh dripping down my cheeks
am waiting for my beer
at the bar and she (with hers) awaits
where the music is being played

let the hunter huntee games begin

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