Dark Wolf

Part I:

It sometimes lie back and look around
feeling the dark wolf approaching
his demon eyes, deep and piercing,
which glow like a setting, yellow moon
and make my soft cheeks faze into a blush

His howl attracts me like gravity;
I cannot escape it, only if I leave this place for good
His plush paws which push into the Earth leaves only a delicate signature
and the only thing that remains is a whisper in the night, his pant, already vanishing into the nothingness

Part II:
It seems I have waited for forever
until my head, which rests against this rough tree in a silent slumber, is nudged and moved
his cold nose nuzzling, tickling my neck
and his tongue licking my heated cheek

Our gazes are locked for some moments
like the wait for a baby's first breath
No words are spoken, but before I wake
he howls "I Love You".