Wild at Heart
This blogger wishes I could transform into a wild person or
creature and be wild at heart, but alas I am too reserve and quiet.
Now if my muse came alive with his shocking wavy brown hair
and emerald eyes that shines so beautifully in the night and let me taste his sweet lips waiting for my kiss, with his posture so agile, for he appears to me to be like a wild cat on the prey, always looking for adventure. I would become wild at heart. A gal can dream.