Like most werewolves I find very few
humans that I actually like.
Like most werewolves
I find only large quadrupeds and other
werewolves sexually attractive.
In front of the fire or out in the byre
we hug and caress and make slow,
impenetrative werewolfish love
And voluptuously ease into the even-
better, slower, many-times-releasing
ceasing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem