Desire

Desire

I have no desire to be
The belle of the ball
Not looking for attention
Didn’t ask them to fall

I’m just looking for a face
Searching for a chance
Waiting for a moment
This game becomes a dance

There’s a fire in his eyes
There’s a promise in his stare
There’s a warning in his smile
A sense of menace in the air

If I were smarter I would run
But I just can’t turn away
He’s my Wolf and I’m his Red
It’s all been building to this day

4 Comments

    1. Author

      Indeed! Will she tame him? Should she?

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