my hot sweaty pelt…
I am walking your path
and obliging snowmelt
hides all proofs of my wrath.
my nose leads me…
I depend on your scent.
I stand on my knee –
do you hear my lament?
my fangs brightly shine.
moon tries on mourning.
you will be mine –
mine no later than morning!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
unbolt me 
It made more sense once I saw the “werewolf” tag. Very creative! keep writing! Following you now.
– Romina @ http://www.dietyogaenergy.com
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Thank you, Romina! ❤
OMG… Yoga!
I fly, I run, I follow you too!!
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And the ankles. The sniffing of the ankles. We can’t leave that bit out! 😉
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LOL! ‘Ankle Sniffers Anonymous’ is next door!
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