Wild Child By Nancy A.M. Alexiuk, Phd.

Beware of the night-
The eve of her conception
She was sired by the darkness
And born for your deception.

She’ll purr with passion-fire
While her glowing ember eyes
Mesmerize
And cloud your memory
Of her wild nature.
She’s a wild child-
Her hunger never ceases.
She’s a wild child-
She could tear you to pieces.
She’ll coil herself around you
Make you taste her poisoned wine.
She’s a wild child
And
She’ll prey upon your mind.

Beware of the sight-
Her ruby red reception.
She has senses tuned on weakness-
An ominous perception.

She’ll purr with passion-fire
While glowing ember eyes
Mesmerize
And cloud your memory
Of her wild nature.
She’s a wild child-
Her hunger never ceases.

She’s a wild child-
She could tear you to pieces.
She’ll coil herself around you
Make you taste her poisoned wine,
She’s a wild child
And
She’ll prey upon your mind.

Beware of the fight-
For your conscience, it may lose.
You must escape her shackles
Or
Betray your will to choose…