Form Of The Beast

In the form of the beast
He travels faster than a bullet
Like rain he descends upon his next soul
Knowing all
His power is absolute
The kiss from his lips
Is both cold and passionate
Ice in the veins
But deep inside a fiery urge
He will take all she has
Her body her spirit
The fire deep in her core
His thirst for flesh knows no bounds
Taking the sweetest pleasure
Torturing her mind
For it cannot be right to feel this way
To find his touch
Is the greatest touch of all
Marking his territory
His lust for her will not stop
Till he hears her gasps her moans
The scream deep from her soul
Her mind clouded with confusion
Her body desires him
Though the ebb of her essence is flowing out
His scent is an aphrodisiac
That heightens her senses
To reach the pinnacle of ecstasy
He is buried in her core
As her light fades to black