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Food, glorious food! I'm anxious to
pounce on some!
Well, if Oliver Twist had been a wolf fur
that's what he would've said. But when
it's a certain bunny fur doing the cooking,
dinner time does come with a certain...
twist.
(Is there a pun in there? Yes, yes there is. :- ) )
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The Thursday Prompt that got this written was 'hugs.'
LINK TO: Spoken Word Version
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On Good Food and Sex (#39)
Snarfing: The only word I know to say.
My lupine isn't holding back. He feasts
Like a one-wolf pack, all his fangs in play.
But then all hungry males will eat like beasts.
Well heck, he should. I've planned this banquet right.
And got it right too; spent all day at it.
I browse on salad, watching, eating light.
Happy snarls at the plate of ribs; a hit.
Yes, yes, the voyeur bunny drools as he
Does what a wolf does best. I know that this
Is surrogate, fangs for the fantasy.
So hot in me, awake each time we kiss.
He burps, sated, then hugs, me on his knee.
For nude dessert, ah, that you shall not see.
pounce on some!
Well, if Oliver Twist had been a wolf fur
that's what he would've said. But when
it's a certain bunny fur doing the cooking,
dinner time does come with a certain...
twist.
(Is there a pun in there? Yes, yes there is. :- ) )
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fwbrown61The Thursday Prompt that got this written was 'hugs.'
LINK TO: Spoken Word Version
<<<< To Wolf and Bunny Table of Contents
On Good Food and Sex (#39)
Snarfing: The only word I know to say.
My lupine isn't holding back. He feasts
Like a one-wolf pack, all his fangs in play.
But then all hungry males will eat like beasts.
Well heck, he should. I've planned this banquet right.
And got it right too; spent all day at it.
I browse on salad, watching, eating light.
Happy snarls at the plate of ribs; a hit.
Yes, yes, the voyeur bunny drools as he
Does what a wolf does best. I know that this
Is surrogate, fangs for the fantasy.
So hot in me, awake each time we kiss.
He burps, sated, then hugs, me on his knee.
For nude dessert, ah, that you shall not see.
Category Poetry / All
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 11.6 kB
Thank you. Seem to have a flair for doing these; a kick when it all works right.
The Wolf and Bunny sonnets have been neglected over recent months. Past time to
get them going again. V. helpful, the Thursday Prompt.
And oh yes, Valentines Day is here soon. Somebody ends up with a gift of chocolate
yummies all over her fur? To be licked off by someone else? Hmmm...
FB.
(Gotta admit, some of these puppies just write themselves. :- ) )
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The Wolf and Bunny sonnets have been neglected over recent months. Past time to
get them going again. V. helpful, the Thursday Prompt.
And oh yes, Valentines Day is here soon. Somebody ends up with a gift of chocolate
yummies all over her fur? To be licked off by someone else? Hmmm...
FB.
(Gotta admit, some of these puppies just write themselves. :- ) )
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Strange holiday, much overloaded with odd symbolism, weird ideology, bent
propaganda, and a lotta drooling chocolate manufacturers.
Good Lord, worse'n Christmas in some ways. And guaranteed to twist the hearts of
those for whom all the hype rings hollow, if not ashen. Insofar as RL has thrown
said hearts under many a spike-tired bus. Happy Valentines Day.
Bollocks to it, I say. Say it out loud yourself; a great British epithet there. What love is
supposed to be [according to all the hype]: Bollocks to that too.
There is only the love that *works,* and sonofabitch, does that ever take work to find.
And keep. Rely on that stupid cherub with his fweepin' arrows and nooo, not gonna get good
results. How often do we get a card with that message on it?
That said, maybe the only tiny useful thing about V Day is the way it holds out an
ultra-tiny hope. It's impossible to say that there will *never* be love. So long as there's
time left, you can't rule it out. Lousy advice, huh? What with all those tire tracks all over
you (and me).
Not gonna say don't despair, but will say, don't despair too much. Very corrosive,
worse'n battery acid. Plenty of time left, remember. (Well, less for me than you, but still.)
FB
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propaganda, and a lotta drooling chocolate manufacturers.
Good Lord, worse'n Christmas in some ways. And guaranteed to twist the hearts of
those for whom all the hype rings hollow, if not ashen. Insofar as RL has thrown
said hearts under many a spike-tired bus. Happy Valentines Day.
Bollocks to it, I say. Say it out loud yourself; a great British epithet there. What love is
supposed to be [according to all the hype]: Bollocks to that too.
There is only the love that *works,* and sonofabitch, does that ever take work to find.
And keep. Rely on that stupid cherub with his fweepin' arrows and nooo, not gonna get good
results. How often do we get a card with that message on it?
That said, maybe the only tiny useful thing about V Day is the way it holds out an
ultra-tiny hope. It's impossible to say that there will *never* be love. So long as there's
time left, you can't rule it out. Lousy advice, huh? What with all those tire tracks all over
you (and me).
Not gonna say don't despair, but will say, don't despair too much. Very corrosive,
worse'n battery acid. Plenty of time left, remember. (Well, less for me than you, but still.)
FB
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A bunny wiith a fang fetish. That's basically what we've got here. In that case
she's a helluva lucky bunny. I have painted him as quite the lupine hunk.
Be vewwwy quiet: We're hunting wabbits. Then cover her with whipped cream 'n
chocolate sprinkles 'n cherries 'n caramel sauce and then *pounce* and lick
like crazy and then there's dessert alla over the dining room, oh my.
C'mon, tell me you wouldn't do the same. :- )
FB.
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she's a helluva lucky bunny. I have painted him as quite the lupine hunk.
Be vewwwy quiet: We're hunting wabbits. Then cover her with whipped cream 'n
chocolate sprinkles 'n cherries 'n caramel sauce and then *pounce* and lick
like crazy and then there's dessert alla over the dining room, oh my.
C'mon, tell me you wouldn't do the same. :- )
FB.
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I haven't worked out who these two are in complete depth; sorta taking it sonnet
by sonnet.
But if pressed, I have this mental picture of Edna St. Vincent Millay with big ears, a cute
poofy tail, a hot bod, and cuter footpaws. As for him, Byron in a good wolf fursuit. Instant
fit, like totally. Less the general Byronic nuttiness.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes
And I'm gonna pounce the *hell* out of her as soon as I catch up to her. :- )
Or from her point of view:
My candle burns at both ends,
It will not last the night,
But oh my foes, and ah my friends,
It gives a lovely... <Thump-Crash!!>
Ahhh!! The tail!! The candles!! <FX: Fur igniting> Where's the extinguisher??!! <Fwooooosh!!>
I will freely confess, I'm enjoying myself with these two. Must do many, many moah. :- )
FB
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by sonnet.
But if pressed, I have this mental picture of Edna St. Vincent Millay with big ears, a cute
poofy tail, a hot bod, and cuter footpaws. As for him, Byron in a good wolf fursuit. Instant
fit, like totally. Less the general Byronic nuttiness.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes
And I'm gonna pounce the *hell* out of her as soon as I catch up to her. :- )
Or from her point of view:
My candle burns at both ends,
It will not last the night,
But oh my foes, and ah my friends,
It gives a lovely... <Thump-Crash!!>
Ahhh!! The tail!! The candles!! <FX: Fur igniting> Where's the extinguisher??!! <Fwooooosh!!>
I will freely confess, I'm enjoying myself with these two. Must do many, many moah. :- )
FB
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