The Wolf and the Sheep

The smell of erotic innocence 

intoxicates the night air

buried behind clever 

fragments of conversation.

I detect your weakness,

The prey has now been chosen.

I am drawn to you with a lustful hunger

simple men could not possibly understand

Mouth watering from thirst and 

groin burning with desire

eyes on the prize

Coaxing the sheep into my lair.

Your mouth is moving,

yet I do not hear a sound

The caviar and wine I am sure is excellent,

-but I am not interested in such things.

I long for the taste of your flesh

and to roll in the aroma of musk.

To drink the sweet juice of delight

squeezed from every ounce of your soul.

I will lap up every drop until content

as you lay motionless, 

exhausted on the floor.

Camouflaged in sheep's clothing

we shall walk hand in hand in the field.

When opportunity arises

I shall shed aside the disguise.

Then, it will be too late,

and the wolf shall have it's fill.

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

nasty .