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LUST DEMONS
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Beautiful Imagery I cannot help myself
against the slender slopes
hidden beneath her denim skin.
Inside me, there is a wolf, searching
to sheer this sheep's clothing
so that I may devour her.
Perhaps her She-Wolf would
exhale stifled howls, inviting me
to prowl freely and roam with Spirit.
Or perhaps I'm imaging such
liberty...
in truth, I pray secretly
for 'sheepish' prey.
No trust for this lust;
I've lost myself before
to beastly beckoning echoing from bedrooms,
bidding consent to cum hither
for back breaking acrobatics --
but silence is my only partner these days,
karma suiting my insatiable inclination
for constant Kama Sutra sessions.
Maybe it's best to hold
my breath...
and let this blood red Moon
pass.
This wolf will go
unfed,
waiting, quietly,
for a chance.
CLF 2015
