Woof, Of The Pink Werewolf, 2 Pleased, After A Feast Of Several Human Families. She\'s Looking, So Cute, While Tasting The Night Airs & Having A Whiff.
Life, N This Suburbia Centered Inside A Forest Like A Utopia, Knows 2 Run From The Reputation Of This Prettier She-Beast.
Lust, @ Times, Captures Her 2 Leave Her Prowling & Howling.
Smiling Satisfied, Currently, Over A Full Belly.
Calmly, She Gets 2 Where She Can Rest Comfortably, Not So Worried About Each Fading Memory Of Her Ol\' Humanity.
Lunacy.....The Full Moon Is Her Wolfen Sanity.
Quietly, Suddenly, Broken. The Approach Of Somebody. Her Senses R Already On Whoever It Is.....Her Next Victim. C Now, Deeply, The Hungering Of A Werewolf.