Full Moon

You bring the tick, I bring the tock
As drunken men attack the lock.
Double bed, but that seems hasty.
Throw me on the floor and haze me.
Pressing down, exploring, lust;
Chew the middle, bite the crust.
Neck mawed gentle, fury, faster,
Wolfman holds me down - the master.

Why the floor? I have no clue,
Funny what drink does to you.
It takes ten pints to make you kiss
But sober your lips always miss me.
Here your eyes are closed, instinctive.
Naked body is incentive.

Yet I know what's coming next,
The Wolfman turns back into person.
With it, state of mind will worsen
He becomes uncool and irksome.

Slinks off back to his domain,
I touch my body,
Whisper 'Shane'
But now it seems, he will refrain,
From growling when he hears my name.