Her Hungry Eyes

Late in the evening by the pale moonlight,
Her hunger strikes again,
She sees him, like he’s waiting for her,
Her feast is about to begin.
He doesn’t know it but she’s watching him,
The light shows her hungry eyes,
She wants him completely, all to herself,
Bring him to an unexpected demise.
Suddenly he knows and pauses and freezes,
He feels her warmth so close,
His heart begins to race, she’s so near,
She’s content with who she chose.
Their eyes meet, with lust and expectation,
For the ravaging about to take place,
She wants him like she never had before,
And it shows, the expression on her face.
She jumps and climbs on top of him,
She licks her lips ready to get a taste,
He quivers and shakes with anticipation,
Knowing that nothing will go to waste.
Her desire for flesh has taken over,
To devour him like no woman can,
It all happens in a stroll of a full moon,
Between a hungry wolf and man.