This Thirsty Vixen Poem by Ima Ryma

This vixen, I'm a thirsty one,
And looking for a quenching source,
Where sating my desire be done.
It's only natural of course.
Some vixens of the human kind
Do call it thirst when sexful lust
Does dominate over their mind,
And urge to quench such urge they must,
Even to let a wolf take hold,
And do with them as that wolf may.
My thirst is water, I'm not bold
Enough to let a wolf my way.

This vixen, a female fox, I
Am gonna let the wolf move by.