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the slutty-wolfman
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thighs of steel, in bloodlust am I gorged,
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fearless glances, a raging wolflike urge.
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stalking silently, watching! guttural growl.
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as the mood rises, so then do I howl.
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a visceral energy frissons with wild intent,
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a lusting ache come of smelling your sweet scent.
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an urge that takes me into restless ferocity,
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rolling over and over, I circle you continuously.
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looking up, I howl my longing into night,
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with fearless lunacy come of an orb reflecting light,
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panting passion, my hypnotic moonlit eyes,
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watch you shake your moans into surprise...
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8 Jun 13

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This is kind of furry.
 — unknown

omg I love this!! It is so wild & wacky & weirdly comical too! Love.

In the beginning, 'thighs of steel, in bloodlust am I gorged, fearless glances, a raging wolflike urge. stalking silentlyt' I saw a wild guy, a wild horney guy cruising in the park for another horney guy: the fearless glances, stalking silently. Then as I read more I was reminded of all the boys in the bars in the west end...well, ok not all the boys but plenty I have known...(although not in the biblical sense).

I imagine the great, powerful pull of the moon as a drug: coke, poppers...creating that intense 'raging wolflike urge'. And a visceral energy frissons with wild intent, a lusting ache come of smelling your sweet scent- I see close up of a buff white dude's chest, he's wearing some kinda leather harness, leather cap  & he is dancing like it's 1999, gyrating from maybe some drug or lust or passions: his torso is pouring with sweat & he smells like sweet man sweat. The lights at the bar are creating screaming colors on all the (camera pans back to a place looking over the dance floor) dancers, many are half naked.

'an urge that takes me into restless ferocity, rolling over and over, I circle you continuously'  There is a huge shot of the disco, the pulsating of the bass hitting in the solar plexus, the camera watching these unrestrained sexual behaviors. Totally predatory & raw & exciting! wow it really is a full moon & that's one slutty wolfman!
 — unknown

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