Kissing Wolves

-Kissing Wolves-
by Keaton Foster



Creature
Will you
Come here
I need you
I wish you
No harm
Just pleasure
I mean you no ill
Just a cheap thrill
That is all
That is needed
All that is desired
A quicker kiss
A touching of lips
A satisfying smooch
Then I’ll scoot
Kissing wolves
Insane the idea
Death ensnared
No real chance
Could I stand
And I know
What you’re asking
Thinking inside
Why would anyone
Want touch lips
With a wolf
A verbose predator
Brought back
From the edge
That could easily
Turn me into prey
Rip me
From limb to limb
Take my face off
With just a snap
Of its gruesome jaw
Kill me quite dead
Then eat me
From end to end
Digesting
All that’s good
Leaving the rest
For the buzzards
Why would anyone
Want to smooch
Lock lips
With a wolf
It makes no sense
It’s damn near nuts
More than likely to result
In a gruesome death
Kissing wolves
Cheap thrills
Are easy to come by
Dangerous spectacles
Are what some of us
Have come to live by
I want to be closer
Than is comfortable
To my certain death
I’ve kissed a bear
Hugged a few lions
Even tickled a hyena
Just to hear him laugh
I’ve put my head
In the dangerous end
Of more than a few
Apex predators
And lived to speak of it
I’ve always been afraid
Scarred to death
But such a fear
Has done nothing
To stop me from
What is logically next
Kissing wolves
Clearly I am a man
That has a death wish
But then again
Maybe I just a man
Who loves nature
Probably more
Then he should…



Kissing Wolves
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.