As the moon brims,
she draws out
the tide of emotion.
Can you feel the pulse
that beats with a wolf's
howling blood,
crying its yearning to the
brightly lit night sky?
Do you hear the primal call?
This wolf, she dances,
struck by moon shine,
exploding with angst,
restless hunger,
and juicy desire.
Can you smell her scent,
wafting through the fog
as it quickly rolls
down the hillsides,
and into the seemingly
mundane plane of existence?
Open your senses!
Taste the wonder
of the exquisite musky
flavor of the wild.
It wants to take you,
take a sip, a taste, a sniff;
or maybe you'll just
dance, until your sweat
transforms you into the wolf yourself.
⚜💃🏻🌝❣⚜
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