In the moonlight,
you glow red.
Your yellow eyes are shiney,
and i share at them no end.
You’ll always be the man, who picks me up.
That’s just my luck!
And you’ve been gone for so long, and I miss you more and more.
You leave me smiling with a grin that leaves me sore.
And no matter how much I push you back, you still raise up to hunt.
I know “us” will never be done!
But i’m not the vixen you think I am.
You couldn’t love me you don’t understand.
I’m not the dream girl you made me up to be...
I’m just a past pleasant Irish memory.
You are the hero I never really had.
A fox protecting “his” vixen... that i understand.
But this vixen as you call me has danced with wolves before...
And right now he is the one I adore.
And I don’t know what will happen in years, or months to come.
But if your asking me to pick, i’ll just run.
I’v hunted alone, long before....
You claimed you’d show up at my door.
Mr.fox.... I won’t tell you to leave me be,
But this vixen, isn’t picking a mate or den yet you see.
I won’t tell you i’ll leave a man I love when I won’t.
This you already know.
So why like me?
I’m just a girl you see??
My long Red hair isn’t a reason to want us to be.
I know your are my fox, and I am that vixen, Is there a part i’m maybe missing?
But that doesn’t give you a claim to state me,
Let alone date me...
And god if I knew,
why men like you two..
Crave my touch i’d be shocked.
I’v no idea so I leave it down to lust.
I’m really short 5'6 and that’s a fact,
actually i’m less curvy and more fat.
Why want me....
I just don’t see......
Why do men have a reason to fight over me.