As her fingers ran through my hair,
She hummed a tune of sorrow
A wolf howled in the distance,
For he was yearning for the moon
Her eyes, dark as the night sky,
Looked into mine, and I saw light,
Blinding like an eclipsed star
Searing into the fabric of my being
Freeing me from all earthly restraints
With each stroke of her gentle caress
She untangled threads of my soul
And her lips, curved into a delicious smile,
Leaned towards mine ever so slightly
And when they touched, the wolf stopped howling
For he had now tasted the moon