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lone wolf.

hello little girl:
 - three little words on my doorstep

on the lookout
for a predatory male to tag along

like they don’t know
some women are just dying to be predated

longing to be filled up
& fucked up
& feasted upon:

it’s a meat market
they giggle

with a glint in their eye
and a honeyed dampness
you-know-where

so come & get your fill
and do you like my smell,
big boy?

do I ever

- you smell good enough to eat
and I’m ravenous.