Caked in Drakar Noir
The lascivious wolf prowls
Looking for his Red.
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Predator…
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R. Todd
I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that. View all posts by R. Todd
oh, the hunt 🙂
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Luckily his smell gives him away.
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Exactly.
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Oh I absolutely loved the “caked in Drakar noir”. Not just because it was hilarious to think of someone being caked in the perfume but because this actually reminded me of someone who was trying to date me a long time back and who used to put so much perfume on him (happens to be Drakkar noir) that I used to feel faint just when he started nearing me. Being caked in it is I believe the perfect expression of using it so much 😀
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I’m not sure if there is any way other then ‘caked in’ when it comes to Drakkar. And thank you.
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Very predatory, love it! 🙂
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Thanks.
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Very good! Enjoyed your haiku.
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Thank you, thank you very much.
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