139. 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.