Lupus Master of Howl

A wild girl's seductive plea unravels into a tale of desire, dominance, and freedom.

Once, the world stomped, and I was the floor.
Come-calling, a wolf disguised as a whore.
"Please, let me come in," she knocked at my door,
"Please, let me come in and show you what for."

My senses reeled from her beguiling sway,
Her scent, alluring, lured my senses to decay,
I beckoned her in on her promise of sated nights,
A bargain struck blind in masks by flickering light.

Every night with her is a frenzied blur
of lust-filled, fiery passion,
Every day with her is a Hollow echo,
a husk of ashen ration.
Her eyes gleam like coals in the dimness of dawn,
Devouring my will till the man I was is gone.

The walls pulse with whispers, her laughter a snare,
Each breath I take binds me deeper in her care.
Alas, I hold a secret to her I won't relay,
I am a Lupus Master, and she will be MY prey.

Slowly, over days, I unraveled her pretense,
Within seven weeks, she was craving my ascendance.
Her claws dulled to pleas, her howls turned to sighs,
The hunter ensnared, caught blind in my guise.

Now, every night, she's chained in my room,
Now, every day, she giggles and blooms,
No longer torn by flesh and lonesome fear,
She found freedom in the power of my grasp.

Her steps grow light, unshackled by dread,
She dances through echoes of flesh and dread shed,
My Wolf girl hums, no longer confined,
Her wildness reborn with me intertwined.

Her fountain open, her scent, my air,
Her freedom's a thread in this lair we now share.

—Noisy Wren