There is a Wolf that lurks beneath the surface,
Always stalking and keen to its purpose.
It's a primal ferocity barely kept in check,
It's commanding instinct -- go straight for your neck.
When I watch you with sharp eyes that adore,
It's there, the ravenous Wolf at your door.
Impatiently it waits, watching through my eyes,
Eager to be free of its human guise.
When I lay claws upon you, I unleash the Beast;
Fang and fury, you are my feast.
You give yourself up to my feral power,
Knowing only one thing -- it's you I will devour.
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Kyle Hulbert
Kyle Hulbert is an incarcerated author in Virginia. He lacks direct internet access, but is determined to fulfill his lifelong dream of being a world-reknowned bestselling author despite any obstacles.
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Fantastic! Well written wolf poem! He loves to live inside you!