Claymation and I
finding eachother tonight
cuddled on the couch.
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Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmas5 days ago in Horror
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Love this idea! I enjoyed the claymation shows as a kid. Good memories.
Omgggg, I had no idea that that type of animation was called claymation! I just found out when I Googled it. Loved your Haiku!