Thursday, December 19, 2002

Like a wolve
rampagin thru my mind,
she unearths ancient pathways
untrodden in this day and time.
Stalkin recesses unknow
snifflin out secret passages
the SHE-WOLVE breathes life
into my wild, savage self.

Heavy with sweet scents of wet passion
she enrages my desire.
Teasin,
playfully brushin
rubbin 'gainst me.
Wolve pups in a rollin-dance.
Primal Innocence.

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