Wolfman and your scent
The full moon rises in the sky, the Wolfman begins to howl, he starts to look for a victim, tonight he's on the prowl
Has he howls he sniffs the air, he can smell you scent is there, he knows your out there somewhere but he's got to work out where
He starts to bound through the night, he wants to rip your skin, tear out your pretty throat and eat all that's held within
He still cannot see you yet, by your scent you're far away, he begins to pick up pace, he wants you for his prey
In and out the lanes he runs, He's hunting high and low, he knows you won't escape his clutches, no matter where you go
Your scent is getting stronger, you're getting closer by the bound, he can plainly see you now, he can hear your heartbeat pound
Soon he is upon you, there was no escape, he was hell bent, your fate was sealed the moment, the Wolfman got your scent
THE KINKY POET