Sex

Narcissistic pleasures
In artificial weather
Smoking with a wolf
Under clothing that's leather

Dismayed from the days
Of the games once played
There's needles in his throat every time he calls his name

He
Her
She
Me
Why
Try
Lie
Die

Clothing now wool
Sneaking through bright pastures

The runt's stomach gutted as the wolf dines in laughter

Reviews

[Amazonia_08]

Great piece of literature. :)