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What are you waiting for?
The wolves in my blood are rising
To Run in your woods.
The tribal beats increasing
Aren't drums.
They are pagan hearts
Drawing together.
They are pagan bodies
Yearning to touch.
Snap.
Snarl.
Tear.
Growl.
We want to feel you.
We want to see inside.
My wolves are hungry
And your soul is hot.
We want to bury our muzzles
In your warm seductive blood.
