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THE KINKY POET

Some of my erotic poetry
5 years ago. Tuesday, December 29, 2020 at 9:40 PM

Full moon rises

The clouds slide across the sky, the full moon shines so bright, no matter where he hides, he's gonna turn tonight

It starts at his fingers, nails just break through his skin, a snout grows from his face, his mind runs wild with sin

Eyes turn so Wolf like, hunger rears its ugly head, this can only mean one thing, someone will end up dead

Body stretched and covered in hair, teeth bright shinning by the moon, he runs off into the night, you might see him soon

The night is dark and silent, until a howl rips right through the night, he can smell your sweetness, get ready for a fright

Creeping down dark alleys, he hides amongst the graves, waiting for you to pass, to give him what he craves

He leaps as you pass him by, there was no time to scream, then you awaken in your bed, it must of been a dream

You pulll yourself out of bed, to the bathroom you must trot, as you pass a mirror is that a bite mark, that you spot

Did a werewolf get you, you start to laugh out "don't be daft you loon", but I guess your really never know, until the coming of full moon

Ron

 

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