In Wolf's Clothing

IN WOLF'S CLOTHING

Garbed in grey
Exuding decency
Striding pompously
Across the stage
Supercilious smiles
Play on refined lips
Such distilled breeding
Holds all in awe!

But wild instincts
Simmer menacingly
Nature's truest state
Suppressed in layers
Of civilised hues
All coiled to vault
In manner so vile
On plain innocence.

Such baser hunger
In sudden flashes
Bares horrid fangs
In lustful fits
Sinks all pangs
On fair maidens
Chaste or wedded
No cares showered.

~ PHLIP RODRIGUES~

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