on the bathroom wall

he would the poem of voluspa through those ghastly lips of his, the vibrato edging toward the purr of a kitten. he was beginning to become bored with the dull metallic walls of the deserted vessel, contemplating on heading out to find company, when company presented itself ever so graciously. an alluring smirk cut a cavernous gap into his split mask, revealing those stained pearl daggers which always seemed to itch for something tough to chew. slighted paws would carry the man toward the vixen's song, dazzling ivory and cobalt pools swarming her voluptuous figure once he discovered it. pheromones he often fled from swamped his flaring nostrils causing him to pause in advancements, a hint of fear racking down his attenuate, darkly coaled spine. but it was only a momentary assumption, shaken off rather quickly. yes, if he'd fucked this delicious woman he surely would remember. well hello, love. his exotic tones broke the silence before following with a sultry continuation, is it the night chill that brings such an enchanting siren to please my sights?