• Wolves

    by  • February 10, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, Yearning for You • 4 Comments

    Let’s be wolves again, let us prowl the streets and cackle at the moon. I want that wolfish grin to devour my soul. Let us run through the woods at midnight, let us find nirvana on the lake shore.

    Come home.
    I need you more than a fresh kill.

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    4 Responses to Wolves

    1. You Made Me Grin
      February 10, 2016 at 1:11 pm

      So adventureous,
      Such unbridled passion,
      So tempting,
      Seemingly desirable,
      Sepulchral that last word,
      Such savage connotations.


    2. @Wolf
      February 10, 2016 at 1:23 pm

      I love everything about this. I wish it were mine.



    3. To the author
      February 10, 2016 at 3:38 pm

      Made me want to bite a neck,ears, and a bottom lip!


    4. Author
      February 11, 2016 at 2:02 am

      My friend has been gone for so long, years, and some days his presence is missed so suddenly that our memories drown all other thoughts. The memories build in my mind, catching friction and throwing sparks until I feel like my body is a beacon across the planes.

      Feel it. Come back to me.



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