Some Ghoul Poem by Foster Teegarden

I'm just rolling in my grave,
where I lay and simply prey
upon my victims.

Used to never have to stare.
One by one and when and where.
I'm in the prelims.

Then I saw your glowing face.
Wondered how those lips would taste,
you at my whim.

Look on down your luscious bust.
Can't possibly just be lust.
I want your limbs.

We'll have sex out by the pool.
I'll show you I'm not some ghoul,
rather a him.

Concentrate on showing care,
not some ugly love affair.
This ain't a sim.

I just want you in my life.
You and me, husband and wife,
properly prim.

Don't leave me hung, Anna, dear.
Let me be completely clear,
I'm on the brim.