Wild things

The minute our hands
brushed, I know he has
woken the wolf in my heart.
Half tender, half wild, the
way devotion and adventure
are always intertwined. We
would love and leave, yet
hunger for more, we would
wander and roam, but he
is my steadfast home.

*For #augustfalls18 hosted by @breath_words_ and @a_sea_of_words_.

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