Listen to them howl, listen to the call
Waiting for you, waiting for the fall
Watch them prowl, getting closer and closer
The lust for you, will it ever disappear...
The petal begins to weep, the moon drawing near
What is this?
Love or fear?
YOU ARE READING
The Existence of I, Love And You.
PoetryHey there, I am an ameuteur poet. I hope you find my poetry enjoyable.
