Your deep soft lips
and feral eyes
remind me
You are hunting
for my flesh
for my blood

You circle me
a dancing wolf
and draw near
teeth bare
a smile or a threat
Am I prey,
or am I preying?

Strawberries
dipped in cream
dripping off
the slow and succulent curve of
the red berry
Waiting to be torn
between sharp white teeth
To let sweet juices trickle
down a soft smooth chin