poem10

The crimson moon fill the sky,
as i pad softly across the land.

A night hunter seeking just one.
her scent is near, sweat and blood.

The gleeming teeth her, feral smile.
What I see is what she gives.

A dangerous hunt
but the blood boils.

And when I find the prey.
the fight begins.

Flesh and bone, a dark night.
Satin and lace, and evil disire.

And she shows her lust.
And turns the thoughts.

As tongues and teeth,
tear the night

And the disire is filled.
as the calm dawn raises high.

The twin lovers entwined,
as the hunt ends, and the day begins.