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The Wolf
She gave herself to the wolf
she had no choice but to give in
a lamb made for slaughter
In the wolf's eyes she saw her dreams
an escape from her reality
an nightmare
Within her heart was the sound
of beating drums
and her breathing seemed to
release slower and slower
breaths everytime the wolf
kissed her
She gave in to the wolf
she loved and hated the wolf
Her death at his teeth sank deep
as the wolf took her virginity
she had no choice but to give in
a lamb made for slaughter
In the wolf's eyes she saw her dreams
an escape from her reality
an nightmare
Within her heart was the sound
of beating drums
and her breathing seemed to
release slower and slower
breaths everytime the wolf
kissed her
She gave in to the wolf
she loved and hated the wolf
Her death at his teeth sank deep
as the wolf took her virginity
Published 13th Oct 2013
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13th Oct 2013 5:20pm
13th Oct 2013 9:45pm
I like the wolf metaphor a lot. The man as a predator, taking the virginity of a girl as in Little Red Riding Hood. This is a strong poem. Welcome to DUP, Tony.
13th Oct 2013 10:59pm
14th Oct 2013 3:22pm
although I've seen the metaphor of the wolf used before, I've never seen it used quite like this. Brilliant write. Thoroughly enjoyed it.
