Hounds on the prowl...
Wolves in silk and satin,
Growl.
Tasty morsels loose unleashed.
Waiting unsuspectedly,
To dangle and mesh...
A hidden inner beast!
Pounding sexuality,
And tearing the seams from sheets!
No one lays a victim here...
It is clear these dogs only stalk,
And eat
Fresh and tender meat!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh yes! My only wish? That it would speak up just a 'little' bit louder to me! LOL... Thank you, Herbert. L