By the fire, through the woods.

Watching without

Staring at the

Slow roll of your hips,

The smile which fucking cuts

Me and I laugh off each wound,

The edge never shaved off

More than a few strands

Of fur and how I bellow

With joy to see you

Awash with the divine

Feminine,

Until I’m out of my seat,

Paws on your skin,

All the honey,

The sweet, scented song,

Calls a pilgrim forward,

Has an angel step down,

To pledge his loyalty,

But I just call your name,

Take you through the

Darkest parts of the forest,

And all I ask,

Is you follow my lead,

And dance by the

Fire of my authority,

Until the flames

Falter against the heat

You give off.