In Wolfen Dreams

I fear as I close my eyes...

I will dream of you.

Wild thing that you are...

Enticing me

To run with you ...

In winds before the rain...

Through enchanted forests bathed

By moonlight's carress...

Stand awestruck as dawning

Crests horizon's edge...

Sing my soul's beauty

To loam, pine and emerald fern...

Only here may I surrender

Soul, spirit and body to the

Wolf my heart longs to be.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I love werewolves and have had some very erotic dreams dealing with one.

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The poem is technically beautiful, although I cannot quite enter into the spirit of the content. Still, I applaud your verbal ability.


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