The Howling Wolves

 

                              

Me and you on a sunny day

She is one girl; there is no one like her
She is the most beautiful than in the least I’ve seen.

Look, she is like a star goddess arising
at the foundation of a happy new year;
brilliantly white, bright skinned;
with stunning eyes for looking,
with sweet lips for speaking;
she has not one phrase too many.

 

She is the angel of angels,

Her fingers like lotus flowers,

She is not but one individual.

 

Her thighs offer her beauty,
with a brisk step she treads on the earth.

She turns men into wolves

And truly she has imprisoned my heart in her embrace.

 

Author's Note

alien in a parasite!!!

Reviews

[Midnight_Mask]

lol. i remember now, i forgot to remind u. but this poem really is something. good job, i really enjoyed the read =D

[Jeweliet]

i like this :)