Wolves

Put your fingers under the collar of my
jacket and knock it from my shoulders,
I dare you.

In a world where risk is all for naught,
and sheep pull wool over their eyes,
we’re wolves.

One clever glint in the eye is all it takes,
words are warm but you know I swoon
a brazen flame.

A one time shot of a life lived in ecstasy,
like satin dresses and calloused fingers,
a warmth will ensue.

– B.

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