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tasty flaky treat
to comfort belly and soul
warm pie in winter

Krista Magrowski

Are you purposely pushing my patients away?
Or do you want me to give you a little treatment too?
( /pushes you to a wall, leans close, whispers to your ear hoarsely )

I assure you, my treatment will make you feel good.

- Dr. Feel Good

Hi there. (Slowly wraps arms around you from behind)
I heard that Dr. Feel Good didn't quite satisfy you as much as you wanted him him... (tenderly bites your ear, while running my arm on your side)
I apologize if this is too much for you. I have a hard time holding back.

For you my lovely,
To brighten you day,
I hope that you like it,
I pray that you may.

Your avi is perfect, as I'm a lover of brown.
So no advice for you love.

~The Advisor

We see you.

We have returned.
Would you care to spread the word?

yours truly, The Observer

There may be a
Doctor
who makes you feel good

But it is myself that
will have you wanting and craving
more and more
as we tangle in oases
under a star-dusted
desert sky

-Sultry Sultan

The sound of balcony doors begin tugged open sounds throughout the night, however, the young woman lying under the soft fabric of the comforter remains undisturbed. The soft snores continue and her mind pays not attention to the sound. Slash. The sound of a knife being pulled from it's sheath is heard, followed by a distinct Click.Click.Click. of the lock being picked.

Sqquueeaakk. The door slides open with ease, followed by soft footsteps. In the moonlight, a young man is revealed.

'Ushishishi~' The dark laugh drifts into the air with enough chill to run one's blood cold. An eerie voice follows, 'Oh Princess, you can't sleep forever. The Prince will have you soon, as none of these fools who claim to adore you are worthy of your beauty.' With a few footsteps 'the Prince' is at the foot of your bed grinning like a madman. Slowly, he leans over you, pressing his hands and knees into the mattress which issues a soft groan of uncertainty.

Hovering over your face with his gangly limbs, releasing slow, shallow breathes into face, he whispers odd promises of 'royalty'-- if only you'd wake up -- in your ear. Nibbling on the shell of your ear while caressing the smooth skin of your neck with the tip of his knife -- pressing just enough to draw a small drop of your blood, he calmly states his thoughts. 'Only the Prince shall have the honor of laying thy hands on the Princess. These filthy peasants you grace with your presence shall not dare lay as much as a finger on the Princess.'

When you show no sign of awaking, he leans down stealing a kiss upon your neck and pulls away -- but not before stealing a soft nibble from the flesh.

His messy, blonde hair brushes against your cheek as he pulls back up -- the small tiara perched on his scalp almost slipping -- and begins to speak. 'The Prince will wait for his Princess to awaken. She will soon be his, and she'll see his promises are not empty ones. Soon Princess, soon I'll claim you as my princess entirely. But even now, know that whether you know it or not, you are mine and mine alone.' These words escape his upturned mouth in a slow, hiss filled with murderous intent. His lust-filled eyes burn into your body -- the loyal, darkest of blues eyes that are hidden by his mop of hair.

'I will return every night at twilight for you, Princess. Every night until you awaken and accept your Prince. Until next time, my Principessa.'

With that he swiftly turns around, grin as wide the Cheshire cat's, and slips out the door like the ghost he is. However, not without leaving you a small gift. The door closes with a loud click and you jump awake.

--Belphegor, Prince the Ripper.

Walking outside of your humble gaian abode, You notice a letter sticking out of your mailbox. Curious to see what it says, you tear it apart like the lovely wild animal you are. Inside is a short poem, written with letters cut out from old magazines.

to my love, I love you! I do!
I would never kick you with a steel-tipped shoe!
Though I cannot afford for you candies and sweets,
You'll find a far better gift, under your sheets!

Yours always,
~Russianblu

Thinking that there will be something perverted under your covers, you decide not to look under for your prize.But once again, your curiosity got the best of you! You look! And there's a present wrapped in blue! Just for you! Glancing out your window, you see a blurred, black and blue shape running off into the distance, wiggling it's arms.

Fwireworks? Where is thwey? I want to pway with swome twoo!

~The Baby Anon

Summer is here!
Do you not love it my dear?
Yet sadly, brights are not my hues.
For I still have the winter blues.
I am a master of the art,
Of fixing broken hearts
I will build wings that are just right
So you can take flight.
But I will wait for you here,
Because I love you my dear.

~ Arron the Lythcol Mechanic

&My Dear, you are like fine jewelry,& a tall, man smiled down at you, holding a small box. &Would you kindly accept this offering of my, er, love? I do believe that is what you people call it.&

Upon taking the box, you notice the man isn't quite human. Something is off about him - and it's very creepy. He smiles down at you, revealing many sharp teeth. &Is something the trouble, My Dear?& He bows, kissing your cheek, and patting your forehead. &Until tomorrow, I trust you will have pleasant dreams.&
The man seems to slither off, and you notice a long tail poking out from under his cape, and a shiver runs down your back. Looking at the note, it reads: &My Dear, you look good enough to eat. Signed, Rankomeru&

Ize... (Holds a lonely expression, walks up to you) You... Your appearance seems to have stolen my breath, as it does each time I lay my eyes upon you. Natural colors suit you as feathers suit a noble eagle. Ah... You're... You're wondering about my well-being? (Looks away) I suppose I could have been a bit less obvious about it, but, yes, I am quite under-the-weather, my love. Actually... (Suddenly runs up to you, embraces you lovingly) Ize... Ize... You know how very much I love you, no? I reassure you each night before you venture into your dreams, as well as each morn when your eyes are still fighting to stay open. I whisper it passionately during storms to comfort you and exclaim it to the heavens each time you can get my heartbeat to race. My love for you... Is matched with your hatred for me. (Holds you tighter, presses my face into your neck) Surely this must be true, surely you must hate me. I would to, if I were standing in your shoes. I proclaim my love so very often, especially when I know you have him, your other lover. (Shakes ever-so-lightly, talks between sobs) I-I know how he g-grants you sweet gifts... And pens yo-you letters written with his own heart. He treats you so well... I c-could never compete... Ize... I'll go... S-so that you and your Russianblu m-m-may be happy... (Leans out of your neck, rubs own wet eyes) Ize, return to your new love and forsaken me! I do not wish to be the wall that stand between you and bliss! (Back away from you, runs off) ((Once you do return home, you find a box lying on your doorstep with your name on it's tag. Signed as..))

-The Unrequited Lover