Scratch my Soul.
Whiskey pools into your irises; so wolf-like
Spirits and blood blend. Burning.
The Bourbon spreads like wildfire,
Morphing you,
Awakening the untamed animal that's been pawing at you.
Did you think of me when you were high off her kisses?
Did you think of me when you were drunk off her naked form?
Tongues tasting, limbs joining.
Thirsty? Have another drink,
Perhaps she'll quench it.
And even though bite marks stipple my heart,
And claw marks scratch my soul,
I want my words to hound you,
Because you were surely mistaken when you thought i was the prey, my dear.
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