Willing, always eager to please.
Keeps her sharp incisors sheathed
beneath those slick, kissy-wet lips.
Flops that pink, ever-lapping tongue.
Someone trained her well.
Obedient. Impeccably groomed.
Brushed up glossy. Pick me!
The most loyal girl. Playing
his games. A big competition
with all those other bitches.
She’d learned to sit, stay, fetch.
Does his bidding. For treats.
Big eyes and dribbling stupidity
work for him. Her dopey grin.
Head lolled to one side. Please.
He knows she is always hungry.
Salivary glands weep for meat,
hot flesh to tear. Full moon night.
She leaves him dead, not playing.
She leaves his bed. To run.
And this is what I had on repeat whilst writing this… Disco wolfiness!