I always thought you a lamb.
Always gentle, always sweet
Large dark eyes, woolen curls
Timid as could be.
My voice has always made your knees tremble.
"I appreciate the sound of you," you said to me.
Wolfish intentions slip from their hiding place.
"I just like power," you smiled,
and I could see your Canines,
You're a looming leather effigy, jacket to work boots.
You look powerful.
Your voice never really caught my attention before,
But you said, "You belong to me," and my knees trembled.