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jezabel
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so tight, so quiet, the hunger that waits in every breath and lingers in every movement. still uncertainty slinks through, i seek excuses to allow this longing even while i keep it tightly chained because your company was so unexpectedly pleasent. will your touch fulfill the promise of your dancing tongue? will i even get to taste you, or will i be turned to seek a second_best to sate me? this hunger is so thick it almost devours itself, but without the promise of possible i will become a snarling, starved wolf.
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jezabel
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pouncing armed with truth, turned by unbreachable circumstance. having caught your scnet, having brushed lips to ear and gleaned a whispering taste, i hunger for you more. more days, more delays draw out this near-desperate hunt. i am starving; have mercy, and let me make a feast of you.
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nomme
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clean toes in dirt i just had a bath what am i doing in the dirt i am looking for supper i can see it wears a bushy green tail i spy the the stem i grab twist yank sweet baby carrot you were just a little seed in my hand and there, there you see, the praties in the patch what lovely red tatoes what lovely white
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misstree
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like a greyhound at the gate froth flying from lips, just let me run... i promise i'll bring home that rabbit.
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misstree
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and i had the pathways all there, but didn't quite have the joujou juice, and i am handed a boy in a straightjacket. the opening act of the night was my teeth gently clenched on a throat. and then there was a gent with horns and a moorcock character and a doctor with a scalpel and a leatherworker and a suburbanite and a handcuff key a recognizible sign and red-coated one who smeared me so i might have ink to mark, and it seemed half the world had been felled by my jaws, and they gathered a bon voyage party as i left, perhaps to see whom i was actually leaving with, and i wonder if any of them noticed that he was the only one i hadn't spoken to all night, because he wasn't Prey.
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You would understand that, wouldnt you. it's not as direct as puppestringe eitehr i think part of it is being able to kind of sense the animal behavior, roll with it... Not quite. pack behavior tends to be seen a lot... and then it's all a dance except when there are real teeth on your throat and then it's worthwhile playmates
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what's it to you?
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