She was beautiful and sexy,
A woman every man wanted to see.
A stranger whose appearance
Brought out the very beast in me.
“I want her,’ my heart pleaded,
“She’s everything I’ve dreamed.”
“Calm down,” my brain insisted,
“Maybe she’s not all she seemed.”
Her womanly curves distracted
Every man that night she met.
I switched into my hunting mode,
My one objective was set.
My hungry eyes sought to devour her.
Such a tempting morsel was she,
Yet the competing anxious men
Kept her away and safe from me.
“Never give up,” my heart insisted.
“You’re not doing all you can.”
I knew I wouldn’t tuck my tail.
I was not that kind of man.
Increasingly aware of how time flew,
Growling angrily I continued to prowl,
Thinking, “What more can I do?
I’ve done everything but howl.”
At intermission I took her a drink,
An opportunity I’d waited for all night.
She smiled and asked sweetly,
“Where would you like to bite?”
We danced like two experienced partners.
I did everything I could with flair.
She laughed happily the rest of the night,
And later invited me to her lair.
Our little beasties are beside me.
I watch them in my den.
My woman knows how to please me,
When I smile my wolfish grin.
by Dan Roberson