Her... Poem, by kitty the naughty poet, at My poetic side

She craved the sense of his dominant voice

to slither from his silver tongued throat

leave goosebumps in its wake

as it rippled over her pale skin

sending sweet shivers down the spine

her naked flesh starved of the affection

that usually cascaded from his fingers touch

link by golden link wrapped around her wrists

she pulled against the bindings

streaming from wolf-like eyes

staring... boring into her succulent skin

writhing in hunger for the wolf-like bite

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