• the window is closed, i'm in my corner
    i breathe his shirt, it smells like a camp fire
    the scent spins my mind like a wild stoner
    as my eyes flutter with aching desire

    i remember his rough palms on my neck
    as i shyly reach up to kiss his scar
    his face are shadows in dimly light specks
    his wolf fangs glow, clutching me close, never part

    despite his inner power, i love him
    he's a child of the moon, earths in his veins
    he howls for me and cradles me in limbs
    he steals me away from anguishing pains

    but in reality i am alone
    a slave in fantasy, i need to grow...