• Blood Lust

    Oh, How I long to sink my teeth
    Into the soft, pale flesh of her neck,
    to taste the blood as it flows over my tounge.
    I want to hear her gasping breath
    as I close my jaws over her windpipe.
    The glorious sensation of her body
    going deathly still beneth my paws.
    I will smile and howl in trimph
    as I offer the my fresh kill to my pack.
    She has tresspassed on my territory
    and for that she must pay.
    That is the way in my concreate jungle.
    She will feel the scrape of my teeth
    on her heels as I drive her down.
    She will feel my claws puncture her flanks.
    How I will rejoice in the feel of her flesh
    give beneth my power. I smell the fear,
    she has bolted, the hunt has begun.