Her mind — deeper than ocean waters,
as she fires up,
her words awaken all of hell's daughters.
She sips on red,
preparing for tomorrow's battles,
she's not afraid —
a she wolf never gets played.
Her sweet glow —
flows with the moon's light,
releasing all the wolves,
who howel for her at midnight.
She arrives with her silk dress,
the wolves stand tall,
she blows a kiss —
they start to crawl.
She kneels,
lays her head on their fur —
their minds become a blur.
As she walks home,
they carefully follow,
as they await her beauty — till tomorrow...
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Savannah Daringflower
I write stories that trigger daydreams and everything fun in between...
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