~The Wolf~

My sweet lamb listen for me in the night.
I am always near but never quite in sight.

Whenever the wind blows and the moon is high.
Listen for the faint sound of my baying cry.

Searching for your scent.
Longing to be at your side.

The wolf is ravenous, he must feed.
Fangs bared, the wolf does not plead.

Hunger consumes me, a desire I must heed.
My beautiful lamb, exactly what I need.

The lady's throat so pale and so fair.
So exposed, so naked and bare.

It is the wolf's teeth that the lamb welcomes there.
She tells him to approach with her inviting stare.

Frozen in place when she should beware,
Under his spell, nature ensures the game is not fair.

Now lay back, welcome my teeth.
At long last, my jaws offering merciful relief.

It is the sweet ecstasy of bliss that they bequeath.

~Billy

~The Wolf~

My sweet lamb listen for me in the night.
I am always near but never quite in sight.

Whenever the wind blows and the moon is high.
Listen for the faint sound of my baying cry.

Searching for your scent.
Longing to be at your side.

The wolf is ravenous, he must feed.
Fangs bared, the wolf does not plead.

Hunger consumes me, a desire I must heed.
My beautiful lamb, exactly what I need.

The lady's throat so pale and so fair.
So exposed, so naked and bare.

It is the wolf's teeth that the lamb welcomes there.
She tells him to approach with her inviting stare.

Frozen in place when she should beware,
Under his spell, nature ensures the game is not fair.

Now lay back, welcome my teeth.
At long last, my jaws offering merciful relief.

It is the sweet ecstasy of bliss that they bequeath.

~Billy