Run With Me Nose in the wind, the scent of prey, the smell of lust driving me crazy, so strong I can almost taste you. In the moment, here and now, no delays and no worries about the morrow, just me chasing you, desiring the sweet bliss at the end. You stand at the edge of the chase, the thrill of the night air electrifying your nerves as you run through pools of silver moonlight seeking to escape the call of your body. Give in to the senses, let your steps lead you to my waiting arms, and I'll wrap them around you tightly, and lead you through the shadows. Do not resist, the nature of your beast, the urges of the wolf that lives inside of you-- let her guide your hands in soft caresses. Release her, and together we will run and rule the night, tasting every pleasure until we are exhausted from climbing the heights of ecstasy. And when we are rested, we will grin at each other, our eyes glinting in the dark, wolves' eyes that see an eternal cycle of give and take, but only if you take the first step and hold my hand. I thought it was interesting to use the imagery of a wolf to alliterate the darker aspects of desire. We all have a wolf inside of us, but how many of us recognize that, and how fewer still allow that wolf out to play?