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.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 26th, 2022 17:36
- Comment from author about the poem: U Can't Beat, Good Ol' Werewolf Horror.
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments2
but I ask, why pink? lol
in my younger days I was always on the lycan side, of the vampire tropes
so I enjoyed this read, thanks for sharing
a fun read
Your Very Welcome, My Friend. I, Thought Pinque Would B More Fitting 4 A She-Wolf. Call It Comic Books. lol
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