Wolf of the Night

I feel that it is passion which holds me here,
The beauty of thine face,
Thine lips dipped in wine,
So patiently anxious I await,
Remained trapped in time,
Nothing so hast so caressed mine soul as words I hold dear,
From thee,
Sweet Lady Wolf,
My deafness proclaims,
No other words are as lucky to pass mine ear,

Listen my Lady of Wolves,
And say to me this,
Upon thine arrive "Please kiss my lips"
And now depart none other than love,
-- a treat for the sense --
Then kiss me once more to make that love intense.

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