Love Poem: Walking In the Woods
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Written by: Mark Matthews

Walking In the Woods

Hey,
Do you smell that?
That musky scent 
      with earthy undertones
leading off to the right.

Slipping into a lope,
as silent as the grave,
I sneak through the trees.
The aroma pulls me along
through the cascading moonlight.
I can feel the hunger growing,
snapping at my innards
like a rabid dog.

Crouching behind a low ridge
I spot her
      running through the woods,
just a silhouette
      frolicking
          in the night mist.
The moonlight scrolls across
her smooth form
      like living tattoos
             writhing along
      her supple body.
Daring not to breathe,
I creep
          within reach
of my lovely dryad,
     keeping downwind.

I lash out
       hamstringing her.
She releases an erotic whimper
as I lick her blood
        from my claws
and it sends
        quivers through my mind
awakening a stronger
                 Crimson lust.
I deliberately pace around her
       drinking in her scent.

Then just as my hunger
is about to drive me into a frenzy
she says
      "Will this wolf offer 
          me his throat?"
Time slows
      and the moon turns red
as I subconsciously
           hold out my neck
leaning down towards her.
She lushesly
      sinks her teeth in
tearing through skin and sinew,
blood spraying into my face
while showering down on her,
driving me 
to howl my lust towards
the heavens.

When she stops
feasting on me,
Her
     all covered in my blood
     and bits of my flesh,
Me
     a little weakened
     and excited,
I ask her
     "What will you do
      now that you have part of me
      inside you?"

She seemed to consider this
                   for time eternal,
with the moon
glistening in her eyes.
Slowly she turns towards me,
a smile on her lips,
and says
     " Why I will howl my feelings
        into the night,
        soaking the world
        with your thralls.
        May you have pitty
        on their souls
        As I have
        on yours."