Tu N'Es Pas Un Garcon, Tu Es Un Loup - You'Re Not a Boy, You'Re a Wolf

The boy looks at me with fear in his eyes. Hesitation in the face of temptation. I am his ruin, a pit trap, a fall from grace. I am that which he strengthens his faith by denying. I am frightening, something he has not been told to want. But he is not a boy, he is a wolf. The wolf I love looks at me from beneath his green shroud. Temptation paws at him, and his thoughts are bared. A holy creature, though still a denial I face I am salvation, quenching, a rib to his heart. I see it written in every inch of him, tooth to tail. Maybe it is wrong because I am not a wolf, nor a girl. Or maybe it is not wrong at all, but will take time to unfurl.