Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
I am the wolf and my rose has a thorn
My fangs will leave you open and torn.
I will sate all my hungers
Both savage and sweet.
You will beg me for more
As you kneel at my feet.
I will be soft,
Gentle and kind.
Then the next moment,
I'll prove you are mine.
With shackles so tight.
Both real and imagined
I'll bind you to me
In my own fashion.
Offer your throat to me.
