Wolf

I kneel before you, wanting you
With my eyes, I seek your guidance
You pull your leash, on the collar around my throat
My neck and my will bound to your guiding hand
I come to you, I sit before you
Exactly where you want me to be
Such a good dog

I catch your scent
My mouth waters, my pulse quickens
I must have it, but you deny, with a smile
Hands out in front, I beg, with a smile
And whimper, wanting, needing
Our private little trick, in our private little passion
Such a good dog

You beckon me to come
I growl
My eyes pierce into you
And forward I come, to taste the sweetest fruit
My tongue, a tool of your pleasure
And mine
Such a good dog

You lay back
And writhe, and squirm, and sigh, and moan
I am insatiable, there can never be enough
You buck, and slide, and try to escape
But I am not finished yet
And I will not stop until I decide I am
Such a good dog

Your eyes grow desperate
My eyes grow hungry
It is time for me to mount you
To take you, to make you my own
For us to bond in lust, in heat, and in fervor
Our passion always bordering on animalistic
Such a good dog

I throw myself on top of you
Your body willing, open, mine
As mine is yours, my Goddess
The immaculate divinity of your body wrapped around me
I growl, I moan, I thrust, I pulse, I take what is mine to take
As we lay together wrapped in our private bond of bliss
Such a good dog

After the heat begins to fade, some time later
I again slide down your frame
My place is to lay at your feet
To wait for your hand to guide my leash
For when you need me again
For the special passion only I have given you
Such a good dog

I will wear your leash, with great pride
And I will follow willingly where you lead
For to be with one such as you, it is an honor
But to truly tame me is never what you wanted
If you’d wanted one that would only follow and never lead
You never would have chosen The Wolf
Such a good dog