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The Scent of Her

The scent of her lingers

I could track her as the wolf

Tracks its prey

Over rocks and through streams

I would pursue her

Till the pads on my paws were broken and bloody

I would follow her

Follow that delicious smell, that aphrodisiac on the air

I would pounce

Losing myself in her soft hot flesh

Drink her up until

My thirst was sated

Then lie quietly in her embrace

Soft breezes carrying away the heat of

Our coupling