I don’t know when it happened.
The moment he shed the sheepskin
laying overtop his hungry body.
One moment he was soft,
and felt like a warm bed
and sleeping in.
The next, his teeth were
Vicious, biting, things
Tearing away at me.
Stripping me down
To my very core.
And then.
When he was done with me
Asked me why I cried.
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC
I don’t know when it happened.
The moment he shed the sheepskin
laying overtop his hungry body.
One moment he was soft,
and felt like a warm bed
and sleeping in.
The next, his teeth were
Vicious, biting, things
Tearing away at me.
Stripping me down
To my very core.
And then.
When he was done with me
Asked me why I cried.
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