Wolf wrapped in sheep skin
Demure docile doe
Give you my softest touch
Sugar kisses to go.
Feel like a shepherd
Lead me on your merry way
I'll follow
Keep company
Dewy pastures under our toe.
Lend you my woolen coat
When cold freezes your shoulder blade
Cuddle you with warmth
And comfort of a summer day.
But if you dare try
Taking away my share of the blanket
Leaving me in cold
Sheets to wither away,
If you never give back,
If you lead me astray.
Be warned, my darling
There is only so much
White fleece.
Once all the wool has been ripped off
Raw and bare I lie,
Sharp fur over sinew waves
Fangs glint
Killer
Under the moonlight,
The wolf comes out to play.
~*~
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