If he walks by and sees you
Be careful
You're like rare pork lined and soaked in fresh blood
And just by the way he walks and talks
You'll undeniably fall for his perfect charm
And when he's done sculpting you into his perfect trophy;
Your true self will be lost
Your skin is now his, and only his
Your mind is now his, and only his
You wanted him, and now he is yours
Your blessing is now your curse
And if you try to run away
He'll chase you down, and cut off your legs
He'll swallow you whole, and won't spit you out
Not even your bones.
And as you decay in his belly
Rotting away day by day with whatever other creature he has devoured
You'll finally realise, and regret that you ever wished to love a wolf that wore sheep clothing