it is my time to feed

my breath quickens
as my heart beats faster
walking alone along a dark
and rain-pelted street my
hunger grows as my senses
become so keen to this one task
I am all but crazed in my desire
pointy ears picking up that faint
unmistakeable sound that means
food is nearby, my pace quickens
as I make my way closer to that
sound in the darkness that calls to
me as sharply as a beacon across
the vast dark ocean of the night. I get
closer to the sounds and they get louder
my eyes fix upon the creators of my musical
feast of sin. They have thier backs to me, well
he does and she is infront of him kneeling down
and yess there is that tell tale sound of slurping
and sucking coming from her and his low moans
and groans growing louder with every passing second
I make sure I cannot be spotted and I feel my body being
fed by thier sins my nostrils flare and my strength returns
it matters not what they do as long as the sheep keep
sinning creatures like myself will survive with out taking
thier lives