Been a wolf before my alias,
but also a harmless sheep,
not the big bad type, but a viciously observant one, who seen my own weaknesses, so I ate the likes of me.
The overall sweetness, other’s tried to sink malicious teeth into, running over my shyness, stepping on genuineness, without ending proof.
Thought to be only a mushy cream filled center of optimism,
all trustful by my truth’s,
my double dose of loyalty, fed many, but was sought mostly by the ruthless.
Been smitten, a sex kitten,
a driven cougar, with panther moves.
Been several 1st best ever’s,
a heart’s whispered forever,
clever in speech, as well as genius, in my desires to teach.
Been a praying Angel before,
a nympho positioned in every angle,
a heartbreaker impressing the soul’s core, leaving hearts entangled.
but back to my being a wolf, all types of characters made my fang’s long, for if I were to howl at the moon, the Blue’s would be my song.
I saw everything everything crystal clear,
and although I’ve had to keep keen eyes on my surrounding’s,
I’ve stood my ground on multiple instances, showing I have absolutely no fears.
Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
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