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Ravings of a Rabid Werewolf - Poetry by Wolf - 34. My Brat
You’re a big pain and brat.
The jealously gets old real fast.
Dare I say royal ass?
Yes, the bane of my existence!
Yet you are fun and kind.
Knowing when I need a nuzzle,
And when to give me space.
Helping even my darkest moods.
You love it long and hard,
Wanting to be ridden for hours.
Yes, I hear your complaints,
If it is anything but bare.
Our private time you crave,
Wanting to find secret places,
Where we can be alone,
Away from a loud, crazy world.
It's with impish delight,
That my shirt becomes your target.
Your joyful game to take,
So you can rub my bare torso.
I would want no changes;
Not one moment of time we share.
I am happy you’re mine;
The best horse I could hope to have.
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