She wandered with her lonesome, following her daring side, venturing out in the cold moonlit night leaving a trail of footprints behind. 

Wherever she strayed the dark followed, falling in love at her feet 

The evening was full of mystery and yet devoid of any charm, for’ it was too cold to be found of any comfort

Frosted fingertips chilled to the bone 

Her eyes like glass, reflecting moon beams into the distance

The depths of the forest belonged to her, this Wild Woman.

And in due time her wicked plot was to unfold  

Her soul a crimson wolf 

She longs for the chase, the thrill of it all  

Just a taste is all she craves  

Tonight she will catch her prey, a hopeless mess he’ll be clenched between her jaws, with her teeth sunk deep into his flesh, just as an evil grin beings to appear upon her dainty features

 Caught in his deepest despair he’ll believe the worst has come and in an instant she strikes

Making him the kill of the night 

But it was he who took the first bite 

His prowl was silent, smooth and effortless as he took initiative sneaking around behind her 

Shivers crawled up her spine

His hot breath upon her neck

A vicious carnivore was he 

Especially on a night like this when all bloodlust was at its peak 

He tames her Spirit with his Whiskey touch 

Warming her flesh to the bone 

She’s spent her whole life waiting for a man like this 

She fell into his body, giving in

It was as if he held gravity in his hands

He cradled her figure in his arms 

To his surprise She dug her claws into his chest, reaching inside before stealing his heart 

He stumbled backwards, gasping for air, hand over his empty chest

Licking leftovers from her fingers she turned for an exit, 

But all was not over yet

He got his revenge by pulling her close and devouring her smile

A bloody feast for two 

May they dance skin to skin on this pale December night

 

Wild Woman II 

"Kill of the Night."