Growl.

I always leave

my dominant arm

in its mouth

(Guess that’s just the way it goes)

taking risks in pursuit

of my desires to tame

I want to believe it can happen

It crawls beneath my skin

kneading heat between my shoulders

my lips part, speechless

and it wraps around my tongue

with smooth talking

Slowly, it eases my head back

pours poison

down the back of my throat

with words, with noise

tugs on my bottom lip

pulls me in with hot breath

(and too much exposed neck)

I clench my jaw

and loosen my palms

and await the worst

But in my willingness

It forgets to bite

just grazes my cool flesh

with sharp teeth

and closed eyes