As the sun slips away to die in the eve,
I lie in wait for your thunderous howl.
My knees quiver and my tail shivers
Under intrusive moonlight so bright.
My claws rake against the fragile wood--
Would you? O, would you howl for me?
I give chase; though, I long for embrace.
A feline may flee, but she is flighty.
Nothing satisfies the hunger more than the way you sprint to me.
Am I a tease? Or does my game please you?
The hunter in you craves the chase more than I do.
Be you wolf or not, I can outrun you--
And yet, it is not my desire to.
I throw my race and give up the chase under the ghostly moon for now.
I do not flee you anymore.
I want to make you howl.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
As the sun slips away to die in the eve,
I lie in wait for your thunderous howl.
My knees quiver and my tail shivers
Under intrusive moonlight so bright.
My claws rake against the fragile wood--
Would you? O, would you howl for me?
I give chase; though, I long for embrace.
A feline may flee, but she is flighty.
Nothing satisfies the hunger more than the way you sprint to me.
Am I a tease? Or does my game please you?
The hunter in you craves the chase more than I do.
Be you wolf or not, I can outrun you--
And yet, it is not my desire to.
I throw my race and give up the chase under the ghostly moon for now.
I do not flee you anymore.
I want to make you howl.