The Hunger

When the moon is full and the night is cold

A pleasant longing takes hold
Drawing me in and whispering
Softly,
Seductively,
It is time to feed.

Out into the night I go.
In search for flesh,
Flesh so warm,
Flesh so smooth
It is flesh that I must consume.

And there in the corner so far away
Lies in ignorance,
My beautiful prey.

Smouldering eyes as dark as this night
Burns intensely at my deathly beauty.
As I tunnel towards this feast,
He welcomes me smilingly.

Slowly my eyes ravish this Adonis
And briefly guilt assaulted me
But was quickly banished by my need to feed.

The night grew stronger
And his scent becomes heady
Wrapped in his arms,
I suddenly felt free.

Swirling and turning
Hunger forgotten,
We danced to the night's melody.

A feathered kiss brushed my lips.
A gentle hand caressed my breasts.
Warm breath against my neck
Raised my fever,
Ignited my hunger.

I can no longer fight
I must give in
As the hunger takes over again,
I drink of his elixir
So sweet and savoury;
I drink until he is spent
I drink until I am replete.

The night is waning
As my Adonis lies sleeping,
Drained though he be
Yet still his beauty captivates me.
Accepting what cannot be I kissed the brows of
He who temporarily set me free.

When the sun finally crests
I was already deep in my rest
Awaiting the take over
Of the insatiable hunger.