How she must kiss With cats dark eyes She is surrounded by webs Her lips are as rich as blood Such secrets of wanting She has the devils smile Her claws, razor sharp Filled with night sky And her perfect figure It lies there on the table Legs spread Emanating a tantalizing prospect Of notions of intoxication The feast Positioned for all to see But the consumption Of this delectable morsel, is Done with the rain Hail and winds of steel The night is over It’s time to drive her home I step away from the porch A faint whimper comes from behind Life has just begun