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The Frey (Other) by Southern_Bell
Night gently falls
Upon the fortress walls
As the wind
Wispers ... night descends
I sit watching
As the creature comes lurking
I'm not prey
For I'm the master of that frey
I only comand
This creature from the distant land
The creature purrs
And is covered in black, sable fur
The powerful muscles
Riple and are as big as trussels
Sleek and silent
The creature moves, catching your sent
With unnatural grace
It pounces and you meet face to face
A soft gasp
Comes forth as you feel It's grasp
Oh what delight
As your new love takes flight
For It is
Your panther and no more can be said.
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