You bait the wolf in me

I burn to chain you,
when I see you standing like a tigress in heat
against the wall,
biting that plump lip,
between the gravity
of our locked burning gazes,

the way your hips sway,
draws a growl like a predator
as you spread those red high heeled stilettos
like prey, begging to be devoured

you know you bait the wolf
when you slide your hand
into the slip of that dress,
strumming fingers under satin,
while the little moans and whimpers,
electrify the silence

"I'm not wearing any panties"
you exhale, a lusty vixen
flashing fuck me eyes
that dare me to do my worst

driving my ego to drip

my hands ravage you,
tearing your crimson dress
to expose your breasts,
and that pulsing throb
that always lands you in trouble

stripping you to bare, wanton flesh
pinning your hands,
and savaging you with my insatiable appetite,
leaving my bite marks,
'til you scream that you're MINE

the hot gush of my breath
against your ear
"now, turn around, and put your hands on the fucking wall, lil girl"
I demand, knowing you always do as told when naked

"Oh, my tigress,
We'll see if you're still standing,
after I've fucked you like a demon
`til you're a quivering,
mewling, mess
all over the floor"

sinking my teeth into the nape of your neck,
mounting you,
gripping your ass and hair,
as you moan for the swollen plunge
of your erotic fixation,
sliding between your wet, desperate folds
and I thrust, deep and hard,
to show you
how an alpha wolf claims his bitch