(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
(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
Simply divine! Your words are such an aphrodisiac!
I also hold a beast within me, she can be callus, sometimes cruel.
She covets the taste and scent of crimson, it bleeds into my dreams.
Control is gratifying, though power is not paramount.
Merely observing reactions to stimulus is scarcely satisfying.
I am the beast inside me, I delight in scarlet reverie, I have no more excuses.