By Joshua Gage
Copyright ©2024
On prowling paws, the night arrives.
Bend over. Let your skirt hem rise
while your enchanting fingertips
trace a slow tease up your thighs.
Bestial moans escape your lips
as you stroke your cunt and clit.
Your sable tail sways back and forth
as you ensnare me with your hips.
Beg for me down on all fours,
you hypnotizing vulpine whore.
Your wolf is here, desires unleashed.
Crawl to him and claim what’s yours.
Hear his growl and take his teeth
while you wriggle underneath.
Feel me swell with every thrust
as you tease me from beneath.
The night air sweats, like it might combust
as passions climb in carnal rush.
Behowl the moon blue with our cries
until we drop, depraved in lust.
ABOUT: Joshua Gage
Joshua Gage is an ornery curmudgeon from Cleveland, Ohio. His newest chapbook, blips on a screen, is available on Cuttlefish Books. He is a graduate of the Low Residency MFA Program in Creative Writing at Naropa University. He has a penchant for Pendleton shirts, Ethiopian coffee, and any poem strong enough to yank the breath out of his lungs.
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