Silk Stockings

I still see silk stockings
lying next to a dying fire
but ranging inside is desire
 
I'm left with feelings out of this world
as you came for me
when I pounded at your door
 
brass knockers bellowed
and howled
with the moon in sight
Im not leaving without a fight
as I devour them between my claws
scratching my way to your applause
 
rocket hard, fingered then put away
deep in the cavern we're slayed
 
my greed satiating the wild
the killer beast
beaten then eaten
smiles just won't go away