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.
My mushy cream filled center of optimism,
all trustworthy, honesty in truth’s,
my double dose of loyalty,
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 heart’s whispered forevers,
clever in speech,
a creative genius, in my ways of lessons 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 and keep watch of surroundings, as well people inside it,
I have absolutely, never ever feared.
Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
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