Copyright © November 22, 2003 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
All rights reserved
I have been thrown to the wolves,
and they are savage and ferocious,
as they fight among themselves,
for but a taste of my flesh.
I am not a piece of meat,
on auction block,
as the dancing shakes my ass.
It is not a call of the wild,
for I need one who’s tame,
and gentle in her ways,
as once was she to me.
First look deep inside,
to see what you might see,
and anything else is only the icing,
sweet as it’s taste might be.
First fall in love with who I am,
and not just what you see,
for that is the love
I believe will last,
for all the world to see,
eternally.