duminică, 14 mai 2017

A wild sheep chase

They rush upon you like wolves
The moment they see you alone
With their charming endeavor
And their sharp claws hidden
Ready to use
The instant you become weak
And you show your soft, fluffy skin
That skin you used to stir just a few days ago
"How much I like your soft body
You are soft from head to toes"
But my fingers will never again end up
Between your sharp teeth
I am not made for fleeting, passing days
And for romances that only last a week.

But I've learnt my lesson now
Murakami would be proud
Of his little sheep
She finally understands
She's more than a prize to win 
And she's not made for a wolf
For he never changes his skin.

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