there’s a howling in the distance,
long vowels
stretching through the night
why hide, little sweet thing,
when the howling howls for you
breathe
and it fulfills you
heart ripening
engorged and thrillful
lips throbbing with
wet decisiveness.
in the wild night
hides a charming beast
pretty in form and manners
until you are close enough,
until your arousing scent
inflames a snarl
then, my little sweet thing,
your sweetness shall be
devoured
in huffs and grunts
uncommon to most;
the last of your remembering
… heat
… gasps
… exhilaration
… surrender
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