Verse and Meter

come on then, if you can

pin me with your tongue

ravish my mouth, bite my lips

kiss me breathless, make me gasp

your name, forget my own

sink your teeth

into my neck, claim me

if you can

make me howl

your name

a prayer to the moon

rising like our mingled pulse

full and bright...

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The conflict between wanting

to be claimed, collared, cherished, owned

a good, submissive little pet; and to let

the beast within run wild and free,

to loose tooth and claw,

to dominate, to strike fear and awe

into all who see;

this is the essence of my primality.

the urge

to howl...

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