Howl At the Moon

Ummm. yeah.

I know..I know..I KNOW that I am gonna hear some shit behind this.

I know who is calling, but I answer anyway.
He is at work today, and wants to come by.
Without even thinking, I said "no"
I know what will happen to me.
I know what will go down.
I know how I will feel.
My body won't be the only thing twisted up. My mind will be, too.
We talked a while. I miss him. I miss a lot of things about him
He is bad for me. I know this. He knows this.
He lets me explain my feelings. He understands.
He does not want to hear what I am saying, but he listens anyway.
Before I know it, I am telling him to come over.
I can't stand it anymore. I need him in my presence.
I need him in my bed. I need to feel like only he can make me feel.

It's The Big Bad Wolf

Need I say more?
I'm sorry.
I let myself feed straight into the temptation that I know so well.

He is still sexy. He still smells wonderful.
He still kisses me everywhere. And licks my toes.
He still makes me crazy.
He still knows what to say. He still sings to me.
And Wolf can still make a sista howl at the moon.