The Story About The Wolf #1

How Do I Met The Wolf?
(While i'm still feeling the moon)

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I met one wolf in my lonely night longing for the moon.

I'm drifting in the swift of the river with my hands open, wish i could feel my clair de lune

But this one wolf followed me for long enough, sees me with his glare,

i knew he sees me as his prey.

He pulled me to the edge with his paw

He ripped my shirt with his claw

By that time i knew i'd better be drown.

He was the beast, but i'm the one who get into the pound

Unconcious, i think i'm dreaming in deep.

He kiss me in the neck then my lips.

He is so hungry, He can not stop.

And I am so empty..., I can not stop.

Imagine myself flying against gravity. All that I can feel is the kiss of the moon.

It reaches me by its moonbeam, and whisper ''i'll see u soon''

I'm awake being sad,

Not because the wolf is already full and gonna leave me dead

I always sad when im awake,

When my dream is over, the moon is gone and it always leaves me ache

I am wolf favorites prey i guess

Because the wolf doesn't leave me dead.

But he embrace me instead,

While his fang is grinning behind my back

I am in between hollow and lust

Wanting to go but i'm trap in the moon past

Lonely heart, gloomy soul

I shall stay and make him howl.

-myclairdelune-