Wednesday Wolf

I love you. And that's okay. Love isn't all about romance anyway.

She’ll eat you out you only need one night A zombie you ask? No, but she can bite

The most horrible sight to see is a wide-mouth consumption spree He gulps one at a time sometimes chased by a lime but he never has more than 23

He looks forward to when they are sleeping Only then can he start his light reaping Inhaling first the toes, He squirms up towards the nose so the last thing they see is teeth gleaming

The seranwrap membrane preserving the nothing made of somethings encased by my playdough red heart relaxed apart with the pressure of my fingers

A child with firefly swarm hair, and eyes that reached for her upward arching lips beckoned my need She held my hand and so softly did she understand