The Beast Is On The Prowl

~The hunger grows with each sway

burning deep within~

~The beast is prowling hunting prey

senses begin to spin~

~He can smell her scent from afar

taste it in his glands~

~Long and throbbing hungry spars

placing him in trance~

~He finds her close and hidden deep

 within the long of grass~

~Attacks with cunning forward speed

 subduing his meal at last ~

~Thrusting deep he penetrates her core

feeding in delight~

~Devouring the all that is her spores

pleasing his appetite~

~The meal is sweet so wet and warm

exciting to his taste~

~His every sensation begins to swarm

bringing on his craze~

~His body throbs begins to drain

climbing to a crest~

~Shaking quenching his hungers pain

cumming to a rest~

~Lying within the afterglow

quenched but not content~

~Longing for more his hunger grows

inhaling her after scent~

~The beast is on the prowl again

hunting for his prey~

~His hunger never seizing to end

growing with every sway~

~We are but animals in human form

our hunger is our lust~

~Driving our sensations to ever swarm

longing to make love~

Duke Sherman