Two Old Dogs

nomad alpha
from reality
and his father’s

leader of a one-man pack

decayed teeth of an old wild dog
colored scars in coarse skin
wild gold locks fading silver

brittle bones
aged well beyond
his years

body defiled
by the decadence
of overindulging
in the darkness
but eyes
dagger sharp

taking in the beauty
of snow covered trees
in a place he doesn’t belong
far from the sticky heat
of his youth

with newfound warmth
in the moisture
of a goddess bodied bitch
broken and lost
just like he
an alpha
in her own right

both had voids
in their hearts
to fill
two old dogs
searching for someone
to face omega with
as they fuck the pain
of the past away

©J.D.C.IV 2019

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