the wolf was a handsome man
his stubble, some might call sexy
he had that easy warmth
the kind you would taste in cocoa
he would talk with his eyes set straight on yours
he wanted to see himself as he spoke
yet the wolf only had whiskey and cigar for company
the women only stayed for a couple of weeks
the wolf didn't worry. he had set his eyes on missy
now that's a girl whose easy to please
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there once was a woman who killed a wolf.
Poetryin the suburbs on december midnight there once was a woman who killed a wolf. he killed her joy so she killed him too. MATURE CONTENT. Please do not read if you have any triggers. much love xx
