Wolf Affair

Let me massage you with my teeth,
I’ll break the knots in your shoulders
with the skin.

I’ll pick you apart,
lick your blood off my teeth
and pull strings of your flesh from between them.

Let me massage you with my teeth,
I’ll be gentle,
I’ll let you feel your every inch.

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About abigailbaross

Writer and aspiring publisher
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