So I saw this post and well…
"The Call of the uwu" By Edgar Allen Poe
In the hour when clocks grow timid, when the wind forgets to moan,
Through the thorns of midnight thickets came a hush that was my own.
As the femboy witching hour grew near, the succubi calls renew,
Like a breath behind my ear, there stirred the whisper
“uwu (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)”.
God must have blushed and turned away, ashamed of what he’d think,
For from the pine’s infernal shade emerged the most tempting twink.
My veins ran cold, my steps were chained, as my spirit split in two,
As came the sissy hypno hymn, the honeyed coo:
“uwu ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡.”
“Begone, foul femboy!” I cried out, “Thy charms shall find no ear!”
“But sex is but a spectrum,” they sang, “and we're all a little queer.”
My heart grew weak, my reason waned, as wicked visions drew.
If I should glance betwixt their thighs, it'd be the end, I knew:
For I would see a bulge…
And I, too, would sigh…
“uwu.”