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I'm under the spell of your dark eyes' gaze, your gray shaggy hair and your feral smile. I'd rip off your clothes with my sharp front teeth-- come to my lair, and stay awhile. The dogs follow me, 'cause they know I'm in heat, but it's you I want, and I'm on the prowl. The electric current sends a siren call-- I know where you are. I can hear you HOWL. I run in the night, through the crowded dark street. I run to the rhythm of the pounding hearts' beat, to the edge of the cliff, where my love and I will meet.
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Nov 14, 2023
Nov 14, 2023 at 11:58 PM UTC
Shapeshifters
I'm under the spell of your dark eyes' gaze, your gray shaggy hair and your feral smile. I'd rip off your clothes with my sharp front teeth-- come to my lair, and stay awhile. The dogs follow me, 'cause they know I'm in heat, but it's you I want, and I'm on the prowl. The electric current sends a siren call-- I know where you are. I can hear you HOWL. I run in the night, through the crowded dark street. I run to the rhythm of the pounding hearts' beat, to the edge of the cliff, where my love and I will meet.
scarlet-mccall
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Nov 14, 2023
Nov 14, 2023 at 11:58 PM UTC
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