He is the reinstated love of my life- a 75-year-old disgruntled genius Nosferatu look-alike.
His wafey, brittle claws are riddled with blue blooded veins and masculine jewelry. The skin dangles ever so gracefully from his gullet as he bellows the words "bloody whore" in reference to Polonius. I was smitten the moment he said "Gertrude could never have come to the conclusion of Hamlet's slay because she was a simpleton whose main aspiration in life was being fucked by Claudius."
The long, protracted asthmatic gasps between the lines of the dramatic performance he makes of life make my rock of a stomach turn into the consistency of porridge.
I've always wanted to be a black widow and now's my chance! I hope he isn't gay.

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