Welder
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Wolfen
It's getting evening, I'm leaving the building
It's getting dark, I'm going hunting
My heart is crying out for food
My Thoughts only revolve around one thing
meat, fresh meat
I tore a deer and drank its warm blood
while it died quietly shaking
I hadn't had enough
that it was just for thirst, for hunger it was nothing
give me food to fill me up
I put my nose in the night air, I'm looking for you
hopefully no one will recognize me
if I do that I lose control
I suck in the scent deeply, I sniff like an animal
I lick the wound that I made in the tender body
While you tremble quietly
Not out of fear or anything Not even from exhaustion
from lust, from lust, from lust, from lust
no matter where you are
hide quietly, I'll find you
the smell of wet, sweaty bodies
the taste of bare skin
soft warm flesh so juicy, sweet and sensual
the forbidden fruit