6x7) Lycanthropy And All Those Other Curses

I used to wondered if  
you could leash a wolf  
 
then I found the texture of your words  
 
they hit me as a howl to a shrouded moon  
a call to black urges that crawl  
through the psyche in lycanthropic torment  
 
the crackle of brush through the dark  
when we ran through the night  
the waft of prey as we fled humanity  
joined the fray of our wilder natures  
 
the scent of you  
overpowers reason  
I wanted to pin you to the ground  
growl at your throat  
until you yielded  
until you bent and twisted  
beneath my administration  
thick fur and beauty mine  
 
until all that was left of us  
Was rutting breathlessness  
your territory marked  
in feral hedonism  
the bruises I left  
a stain that  
made you ache  
 
in the aftermath  
I whispered a curse  
 
they could never be me