Primal Passions 2

She falls to the ground,
Her hair splayed wildly around her.
As he pins her down,
Her fangs seem to grow ever longer.

The growl is returned
As she let's loose with a primal cry of her own,
Piercing the night air

His lips curl back just a little,
And from the light of the moon,
Two small points can be seen
Just inside his mouth.

He tries with all his might
Not to lose control,
Not to bare the fangs growing
Within himself.

But it is too late.
All control has already been lost.

Slowly he lowers his hungry mouth
To where her beating heart pounds.
But as he draws back his lips a little more,
She pushes hard with all her strength.

She is now poised over his body...

Years of stalking and hunting,
Her carnal desires control all actions.
She has the primal instinct
To go in for the kill.

But she soon finds out
He has a predacious nature,
A need to stalk, to hunt if need be,
To protect himself at all cause.

And again, he forces her to the ground.
Her body thudding hard against the soil.

For one brief moment, he pauses
Seeing in her eyes,
Something that was not there before.

Was it pleading?
Was she silently asking for his mercy?

He thought to himself,
This wasn't possible,
She attacked me.

He soon found that his moral side,
That brief pause he so blindly took
Could very well be his greatest mistake.

One more time, she threw him off of her,
Leaping to her feet and charging towards him.
With a loud thud,
He is slammed into a large oak tree.
The bark roughly tearing at his back.
He feels the blood trickling to his waist.
It's an all too familiar scent,
An enticing aroma, calling to his primal instincts.

And to hers...