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Jun 2012
She Wolf (Louve)

She can walk through walls and tear down buildings with just the look in her eyes
I long for her power, her prowess and her slinky stroll.
Pull her prey in and sink her claws deep into the flesh on his back,
Gnash my teeth I can imagine the way the hot blood tastes on his skin.
Dangerous alone, deadly in packs, they take over a room in a single glance.
Teeth white lips red and tongue sharp she makes her move on a new victim,
Glides up beside me and I am drawn close to her scent.
Sensing my bloodlust she takes my hand in hers and leads me to the floor.
Electrically charged and warm her skin feels like it would melt into mine,
She twirls me around and presses me to her, empowered I grab onto her arms.
Flocked to us like sheep, drawn to her energy, she releases me to another’s arms.
Drunk on her I feel like someone else flows through my veins and follow her lead.
Moving with him into his bones I have total control and feel power and lust well,
He is drawn and succumbs to my will I drag my fingers down his throat slowly,
She and I have become one, moving force of lust and strength.
We are all things rough, silken, ******, raw and deeply powerful.
My master has taught me well it is apparent now I have made the change.
I am the louve.
Written by
Caitlin Sheptock
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