delicate fingertip sensations and completely exposed
encompassed in passion yet he remains emotionally indisposed
with every touch her innocence is relinquished
with every breath her poor hearts' walls are extinguished
for she believes his sweet whispers in her ear
telling her "Believe me... there's nothing to fear"
he promised his love through these preceding actions
she lost herself in all of his deceptions
and in the moment that followed... her heart grew dim
she wondered through the night... could she truly trust him?  
the night grew quiet, she rested her eyes
little did she know he was a wolf in disguise
for when she awoke to turn her head
all that remained were wrinkles on the bed.