eroticartist slave to no one's blog: "I am no wolf"

She stands there upon the rock with her long hair blowing in the wind. The sun glistens upon her breast's drying the beaded pool of sweat that ran down below her. In her hand she holds a piece of meat and holds it over a pack of wolves teasing and commanding them. They whimper and cower at every move she makes not taking an eye off her and the meat. I look at this scene and think to myself I am not that hungry. I turn and walk away.