I am in love with the big bad wolf that prowls my neck and howls between my legs.
He has big eyes made to see my reaction as those teeth bite into the tender flesh of my throat.
And lord, if you knew what he did with those claws of his...
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PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly