Wake Up Call (Concrete Poem)
A concrete poem about a wolf
Wake Up Call
By Danath
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Thick
And veiny
Round and heavy
Plump veins, tip drips
Ridged, strong, and stout
There's no such thing as
Having too much wolf
Especially one that's so
Eager & promisingly big
Like this one here now
I really love it when he
Uses the weight to pin me
Across my lower back to the
Sticky and damp sheets below
When he rolls on top of me
The slick and wet thud of it
Bouncing off my naked cheeks
Unleash a rising whine from within
He's so goddamned big and hard
I can't believe he just walks around
With his broadsword sheathed all day
There's no way to pretend this is normal
There's no way to ignore the heat inside
Rising faster and faster as he thrusts
His heavy length is growing harder
And harder and harder and I can
Feel the veins throbbing against my
Skin and it feels
Oh god
Wait
You
Promised you weren't going
To put the knot inside because
It'll take at least four hours for it to
Go down enough to take out and I have
To go to work in 45 minutes and I already
Don't think I can walk what the fuuuuuuuuu