The Lust Within
Alone at the bar she becomes a wolf
for someone to devour
to stop her wild desire for his flesh.
Her loins moist and on fire
as she sees her prey
approach her from afar.
Her boosoms harden as he walks
the skirt barely on her thigh
as she feel surges within .
Her eyes follow the prey
like a wild cat on the plains.
Her heart beat quickens
as her loins moisten for him.
Ohh how to devour her prey
all in one lunge upon him
or to take alone to savor
all his morsals in her den.
She dances one dance
with her prey on the floor
nails dig into his flesh
as they dance in a trance.
She bids this prey to her den
which he obliges not knowing desire.
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