He tugged at my arms,

Pulled at my hips,

Gently tracing my curves with his fingertips;

He said with a wolfish grin:
"Love lives inside these bones."

I knew you from long ago,

In the same format the fairy-tale goes,

Big bad wolf;

You were looking for a new place to call "home"

I will not be your hunt,

While you are on the prowl

I have a galaxy coursing inside...