No wolves in the forest

I would make
A delicious ruin
Of you the way a wave
Ruins itself as it dashes itself
Against the rocks
And I hold doors open
Not from chivalry
But anticipation
And my kisses
My touch scalds
And I revel
In being clear eyed
A storm of fur and muscle
Blood as fuel to charge
A hair pulling rasping
Fucking animal
This is not
a wolf in your forest
But a man
Who tosses your clothes
Into the fire
And tells you
that you no longer
Need them
But my kind eyes
Tell you that this
Is from respect
And I am never done
With you


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