Beast
As the sun does wane and die,
Magenta wraiths shall paint the sky,
Within deep shadows, lone figure awaits,
For fevered desire he’s yearning to sate.
Watching her bathe in midnight stream,
Cool waters ripple, pale skin gleams,
Entranced by her beauty, desire swiftly mounts,
He’ll taste of her flesh, of that there’s no doubt.
Moving in shadows, closer he’s creeping,
He catches her scent, pulse quickens, leaping,
Creeping still closer, now he could touch her,
Still he refrains with what strength he can muster.
She walks from the stream, pausing she shivers,
Tracing her steps, his whole body quivers,
Standing behind her, breathes deep of her scent,
She will be sweet, his evening well spent.
Grasping her shoulder, he spins her around,
Startled she gasps as she’s pushed to the ground,
Pouncing upon her, like beast seizing prey,
Writhing beneath him she can’t get away.
Upon naked body, mouth and tongue linger,
Caressing her form with insistent fingers,
Whimper spills forth from between swollen lips,
His weight presses down, heavy on her hips.
Strong hands pin her arms, deeply he feeds,
Black nails pierce her veins, for mercy she pleads,
Growling with pleasure, his lust stains her thighs,
Her back arched in pain, vacant look in her eyes.
Leaning forth he places her hands on her breast,
Keeping her finger, a token from one he possessed,
Desire now he sated, her blood stains his hands,
He leaves her, discarded, as her blood feeds the land.
© Amanda Lancaster, 2006
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