Darkness arising, she now waits to be found,

Moonlight aglow, elusive and spell-bound.

Lying in wait, preparing for his rapture,

Upon this darkest night, she longs to be captured.

Impulses are heightened, heart beating fast,

Anticipation and excitement, finally at last.

For he’s no longer a beast with glowing red eyes,

But a dark hunter taunting in the night-time skies.

The scent of passion, lust upon the sultry air,

His pursuit intoxicating, laying her body bare.

Master of darkness, he loves the chase,

Stealthily he moves, and never with haste.

Intensely palpable, an agonizing time,

Longing for him, to drink her sacred wine.

Her blood raging deep within her veins,

For his hunt to release her most primal of pains.

The closer he stalks, her heart’s desire,

To make her his, with wicked fire.

As he moves forward, and in for the kill,

It’s all she can fathom, the deepest of thrills.

©️ Laura Bennett

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