Aubade for Werewolves

Werewolves don’t exist during full moons.

They thrive almost every night.

Hairy, hungry, & huffing haggardly

on their phones.

Flash stays on to fully capture the goods.

A hand to hide the hard-on

but pubes still manage to poke through.

Don’t open that message.

Don’t give them any attention.

Don’t fall prey to their advances.

Their love is conditional. 

Only their dicks diminish with the sunrise.