In wolves clothes

The stranger awakens from her coma
To go out like a thief in the night
With darkness as her only protection
Blanketing her nocturnal life
A sheep in wolves clothing
A design that only she could wear
To hide her true self worthiness from others
Trespassers please beware
Of the black widow spider whose poison
Is ten times worst then her very own bite
Her goal is to create an illusion
That becomes an addiction to make you feel right
Though you keep coming back for more
Like a moth drawn to the open flame
To find there is no love there
Only sexual pleasure to be gained
Like a puppet guided by strings
In many directions she is pulled
Her sexiness is a fire that with lust
Is extinguished and cooled
Ambitions, goals, aspirations
Are all hidden behind her bedroom eyes
As to not become a woman scorn
And torn by many detrimental lies
She finds her weakness great
To only intensify her passion
Not knowing what she is looking for
Just wants to explore pure satisfaction
Of a touch, of a kiss, good conversation
Not repeated by the same individual every time
She’s not searching for love
So true love she’ll never find
Just a stranger that awakes from her coma
To go out like a thief in the night
With the darkness as her only protection
Blanketing her nocturnal life
A sheep in wolves clothing
A disguise that only she could wear
To hide her true self worthiness from others
Trespassers please beware

Written by Marcia S. McNeill