Blood boils through burning veins,
Recirculating that raw, primal rage.
The soul sheds its sensibility,
Freed from decency’s cage,
A body operating on instinct.
While eyes turn dark and hollow,
Tense muscles contract and flinch,
Teeth grit and fingers clench.
Rasping breath rumbling low,
Forecast for the oncoming storm,
Humanity has drained away,
Leaving lust in its hollow form.
Now, the prey is identified,
Helpless, wide-eyed and petrified,
Crumbling weakly to her knees,
As mindless fingers extend, ensnare,
A whimper rewarding the snatch of hair.
Painted lips panting plaintive pleas,
And wide, imploring eyes beseech,
Betraying the deep desire to feast.
Shaking hands remove society’s chains,
Peeling away the bulging restraints,
Exposing the magnitude of its need.
A moment of shock and awe,
An open mouth, willing to feed,
One firm thrust and the faintest choke,
A satisfied, triumphant roar.
No resistance now could hold back,
The animal that she awoke,
This is man. Laid bare.
Predator. Leader of the pack.
Going for the throat,
Oblivious, without a care,
Except that singular goal.
Exorcise the demon within,
An explosion of seed,
The decadence of sin.
