She-Wolf

Her teeth are the only bright
Shining out in contrast again her fur;
Curling in zig-zags thick and tight,
An off-black colour of many shades.

Lambs fettered by a copse,
A hungry gleam flits across her maniac eyes:
You could play a symphony of her ribs,
She has not feasted in a while.

Shallow breaths, stalling,
To pounce and feed off innocence.
The points of her ears are all you see
A single blink: it is over.

Moaning, her legs spread
Back arching against the dying sun
Lips drenched in ecstasy
Two hearts staccato at once, briefly.

You watch her skulk, disgusted you
Think yourself so much better:
But she knows the secrets of desire
And how to feast upon your soul.

Her breasts are still firm, supple
Not yet nipped in the bud, mulibre.
You see her everywhere. There are
Many like her, children of lust

Devoured by a flame, an instant,
Desire rips through her abdomen:
The final mark the victims bear
Is the taste of her love.