Felicity's Teeth

A lamb so hopeless, through and through,
I find that my fleece smells of you.
My little ears perk to your howls,
And my little lips press to your jowls.
My soft fluff tangles into your thickness of fur,
In one embrace I can't endure.
Murderer, hunter, howl for me.
Show me teeth and set me free.

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