Walking In the Woods
Hey,
Do you smell that?
That musky scent
with earthy undertones
leading off to the right.
Slipping into a lope,
as silent as the grave,
I sneak through the trees.
The aroma pulls me along
through the cascading moonlight.
I can feel the hunger growing,
snapping at my innards
like a rabid dog.
Crouching behind a low ridge
I spot her
running through the woods,
just a silhouette
frolicking
in the night mist.
The moonlight scrolls across
her smooth form
like living tattoos
writhing along
her supple body.
Daring not to breathe,
I creep
within reach
of my lovely dryad,
keeping downwind.
I lash out
hamstringing her.
She releases an erotic whimper
as I lick her blood
from my claws
and it sends
quivers through my mind
awakening a stronger
Crimson lust.
I deliberately pace around her
drinking in her scent.
Then just as my hunger
is about to drive me into a frenzy
she says
"Will this wolf offer
me his throat?"
Time slows
and the moon turns red
as I subconsciously
hold out my neck
leaning down towards her.
She lushesly
sinks her teeth in
tearing through skin and sinew,
blood spraying into my face
while showering down on her,
driving me
to howl my lust towards
the heavens.
When she stops
feasting on me,
Her
all covered in my blood
and bits of my flesh,
Me
a little weakened
and excited,
I ask her
"What will you do
now that you have part of me
inside you?"
She seemed to consider this
for time eternal,
with the moon
glistening in her eyes.
Slowly she turns towards me,
a smile on her lips,
and says
" Why I will howl my feelings
into the night,
soaking the world
with your thralls.
May you have pitty
on their souls
As I have
on yours."
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