canid

your gristle chin, velvet lips
on the nape of my neck
the pads of your fingertips
the whorls the arches the
hunt-worn calluses
traverse like growls
along my spine
you, starved of meat
far too long,
tighten your hot knuckle grip
at my hips
draw wet salt from my skin
you thrust and slip
thrust and slip
we pant
like dogs
in heat
i feel the canid song
the growl, the howl
clawing at my throat
begging me
to loosen the leash
the moon calls for me
like she always does
to come
it’s a damn shame
these walls
are so thin
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