A few shorts 3

Hello there, my one desire
for which I roar with burning fire.
Flaming soul set into motion
with passion greater than the ocean.
Raging lust, my driving hips
propel me when you move your lips.
Oh lover, I just cannot wait
to feed my hunger from your plate.

(Oh yeah, sexuality on the rise! )

Georgie sitting on my thigh
Claws being dug into my leg
You're very cute, that's no lie
But GODDAMMITHAAAAAAAOHMYGAHHFAAAGEEGH!

(My general reaction to when he drives his claws into my legs xx

The skeleton driver came to my door that night.
With a dull knocking against the front door, I pulled myself up from my chair with dismay, not wanting to speak with him, fearing what he might say.
Even with my fear, I still managed to drag my feet down the steps, and extend my arm, grasping the handle and turning it.  I pulled the door open, and allowed this man a view through the entryway into my home.
A large, tall figure stood before me, covered completely in a black, hooded robe.  I dared not look under the hood, so I merely stared at his torso, into the nothingness of the dark.
With a crack, his arm extended toward me, then bent, lifting toward where his face would be, as a bony finger and thumb slid out, holding a slip of paper to the dark void of his hood.  A raspy voice echoed in the night.
"Hello there, I am here to collect a Mr. Brian Grasi.  Are you him?"
I looked up slowly, my eyes averting to the left, past the man, to look across the street, and with a tiny voice, I responded:
"...oh, uh... no... he's over there, at One-Twenty-TWO Greens Drive.  This is One-Twenty-ONE"
The man paused, and then withdrew his hand, arm falling slack, and without another word, the dark figure silently moved away from the house.  I never saw him again.

(Death isn't THAT scary )

When the lies won't stop coming
And the truth won't appear.
When the sky feels like it's red
and the blue won't fill your eyes.
If your parents are dead
but yet they still call you to check up on you.
Well, my friend, if you feel this way, don't worry.
Please, don't fret about it any more.
The truth will eventually shine, the blue will fill the sky again, and when your parents are truly gone, you'll miss hearing from them.

(Just... a thought...)