I am happy now, as the wolf crosses a
Path less trodden; a path less worn.
The withering of a cleavage
Busted, a flat solid skin screaming for
Touch. I touch and I care as I touch
Her, the one with a heart. Under or
Without matters not, I care but I
Tell not. Cannot. Dare not. Share
What my heart wants, between the
Sheets I dream, of her. You, not
Aware of this yet dreaming. Embrace
Me, call me the fool, I will comply, I
Will accept my roots and the promise โTo be yours.
