Been a wolf before,
but also a harmless sheep,
not the big bad type, but a viciously observant one,
seen my own weakness,
so I ate the likes of me.
The overall sweetness,
other’s stepped on, disregarded and sank their malicious teeth.
Of my mushy cream filled center of optimism,
all trustworthy, honesty in truth’s,
a double dose of loyalty’s
fed and still sought after,
mostly by the ruthless.
a sex kitten,
a driven cougar, with panther moves.
Been several 1st best ever’s,
a few whispered forevers,
clever in speech,
a creative genius in ways to teach.
Been a praying Angel,
a nympho positioned to satisfy every angle, a heartbreaker impressing the soul, loveless leaving the heart entangled.
but back to my being a wolf,
I see everything so very clear.
even as I adapt to different enviroments keeping silent – watching surroundings, as well the people inside it,
I have absolutely no fear.
Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
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