Letting one casco lift from 'ze loam, 'ze solitairy vixen tossed 'ze onyx spirals that fell 'pon her neck, arching crest, tucking proboscis to her bodice. After moments pause, 'ze inamorta lifted her crown, spheres singing o' 'ze stars, fire blazing far within. Labrums parted, 'ze mujer nipped 'ze brujo gently 'pon his shoulder. She did not move, she did not wish to play tag. She did not know what she wanted.Oh, but she did. His company. His love. She did not want him. She wanted his soul, his heart. Oh, but that was nothing to possess(sp?). Charcole hide slid 'gainst his own, pungent odour wafting to 'ze viriles nostrils. Dipping crania, 'ze femoira sighed. She would go through changes, oh so many changes. But none without him. Her Tragic. Her tragedy. Her beginning. Her door. The gate that she wished to walk through. He was her goal, her want. Her desire. But always just within her reach, yet not. Fury rose unto 'ze mare. Determination.

I am the rose you wanted to pick.
The one that held your eye.
I am the star that shone within your grasp,
and this is where I lie.

I am the one that wants you.
The dove that went into pain.
I am the vixen with invisible wings,
and onyx tail and mane.

I am your wish,
the one you have yet to find.
I am the beauty that wasnt there,
our love to mingle and bind.

For I am the power,
that call your name.
Please dont ignore me,
for I am the vixen you must Untame.

Untamed Silhouette


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