Evil Lady Of The Night

Eyes are like flames of evil,

lips of pure sin painted red.

She roams the woods,

hunting her next  prey.

 

Wolf howls, runs in hot pursue

of a small rabbit.

Voice quivers in delight

as crimson blood spills onto the ground.

She creeps closer, heart pounding as

the wolf pounces toward her.

 

Strong arms subjugate her.

An arrow flies through the air,

painful moans cry out in the shadows.

Hot breathes flow across her neck.

Angrily she turns to face her opponent.

She found him to be voluptous,

her veins surged with hunger.

 

The imprint of his touch lingers

long after he has released her.

Contrive brain comes up with a plan.

Poisonous ambrosial lips touch his,

and he's caught in a web of sensual desire.

 

Her indulgent hunger filled,

she leaves his naked body,

and travels on through the murky woods

in hunt of her next victim.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

I love this one. The title itself drew me in. ^^* You have something special here.

[Jibey]

An enjoyable and somewhat sinister celebration of the pleasures of the night... the femme fatale

[Tasha]

I liked how you started and ended it. It left a weird tingling feeling... Great write.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Marie Harrison]

He, the victim of her evil ways.
Love the sexual and horror tinges in
your poem. Love the way you
opened the poem too.