The Wolf

The wolf calls to me,
his gnashing teeth aching
for my supple, warm flesh.
Hypnotized by my reflection in his eyes, I answer.
The best judgement I have
lies crumpled in the corner.

The softness of his sleek fur makes me shiver
as he pulls me in close.
The pleasure of his presence
is maddeningly sweet
as it engulfs mine.

He tastes me, slowly,
and I helplessly crave his attack
even though it will mean my end.
He gingerly readies himself at my jugular
and my heart pounds
with ecstasy rather than fear.

I want him to take me,
to swallow me whole.
I want him to devour
every bit of me
until I’m gone completely.

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