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Blood, Sex, Crimson

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...showing you the best place to be bitten by a wolf.

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Everything that matters about me can be found in the writing. But for those who want something more concrete: I am forty-seven, male, and live near DC and Baltimore. I've been practicing domination in one form or another since I was sixteen. D'jaevle is the voice for the wolf under the skin; the predator I tap into when bringing my prey to ground; the hunger that tells me when I need to hunt. The calm before the storm and the thunder that scares the children. This story is as much his as it is mine.

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Day: March 5, 2011

bruised peach

(I want furtive words.)

rose-tipped and rose-clipped,
prey and pray
into disarray
threatening to make
a hunger of my wolf
instead a wolf of my hunger
bit by the hand
that feeds it

Posted on March 5, 2011Categories Crimson Writ, Poetry2 Comments on bruised peach
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