Universal Monster

You are my Frankenstein,

With lips that taste like fine wine

And that wicked smile

That can be so unkind


You are my Vampire,

Setting my soul on fire

Draining my blood to

My hard throbbing cock


You are my Wolfman

I’ve loved you since time began

In-between the sheets

I am someone else


You are my Witch

Asking me to call you a bitch

As I let you ride

All of my manhood


You are my Creature

A real horror double feature

When I’m left with you

I can be myself


About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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