I dream of you when the hunger grows the times I laid you down, open wide filled till you cried "no more.. no" your wild wolf on fire in the dark of night I think of you and the hunger grows the times you held me deep inside milked me till I cried "no more.. no" your wild wolf on fire in the dark of night I dream of you and the hunger grows the times we wrestled flesh to flesh filled untill we cried "no more.. no" your wild wolf on fire in the dark of night
W. I. Boucher December 26, 2004