Poem -

she-wolf

It's your nature.
Take a boy
and shape him a future,
Β  Β  Β  Β make it look like begging.
Knees sore,
bared teeth,
a learned submission.
Heaven may look on in disapproval,
but show him hunger.
A willing slave,
make him believe he belongs
between your legs.
Make his mouth water
before opening yours,
and ruin him.
Ruin him for his future lovers
and the Holy Ghost.
Make him forget every name
besides yours,
watch it roll off his tongue
and become a plea.
Watch his legs buckle beneath him
when you touch him,
and know that he will never find
a stronger vice.
Take a man
and make him a boy,
take a bite,
Β  Β  Β  Β and
Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  swallow.