Unfinished
You are my beauty
And I were your beast
Nature is mine
Prowling for you
Is what I seek
Peeking through the trees
My hunger is mounting
As I sniff your air
Captured by your scent
My next big feast
Tonight the night
I shall have you
Striking in flight
Claws across your back
One bite and I trap you
Caught in my grip
As I rip
Through your fresh
The scream while I
Suck your breast
The sweet smell of you skin
Has me licking Your aroma
I can taste it in the words that you speak
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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