Do you remember
The moment you looked at me,
And I shivered with pleasure?
A petrified rabbit,
I stared up at you,
A grey wolf with excited eyes.
You gazed at my throat,
Ready to rip and tear my skin,
Desperate to drink
The hot, frothy blood within.
I acquiesced and asked you to take me,
Please, right now.
I trembled as you drew me in
And drank me up, with your love.
You didn’t stop,
Till your fur was matted,
Soaked with black-red blood.
You slowly drained the light from my eyes,
And afterwards you cried, and cried,
Because I was left dead
And you still had no life.
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