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Waking the Wolf

I was asleep when you came in.

Wakening to the intoxicating tequila that drizzles from your mouth,

You've already managed to start the discussion

Combing you’re hands, lips and tongue to orchestrate

A stroke of genius in full consequence,

You now have my attention..

 

But you’re not alone,       

Putting on my glasses

I see you picked once again

Navigating takes four hands ya know.

 

Now choose:

A spin-cycle or tune up,

temporary vision, lost again.

Each of you raves,

You both used to dance.

Looking at each other,

synchronizing the helm.

 

Yearning for violence you scratch the flesh

That harbors you’re enthusiasm.

Backbiting lust and forceful appetite,

This is what happens when you

Wake the Wolf.

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Written by
kenneth-springer
Venezuelan
Published
Jun 20, 2013
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