Apr 2, 2022
2 min read
Primeval Roar
I’ll give you a chase
Me — stalked, served up on a platter exposing lush petals — shimmering claws pruned — by you— or do I mean — for wolves like you — hungry for a feast
inhale my pheromones —nibble my feral fruit — not just you dear alpha — bring in the troops, the betas — your pack is sure to fall to their knees
