Lips slightly parted as soft moonlight dances,
Her eyes gently close as life waits and looks on,
This breathless beauty her spine gently arches
A kiss softly silences, innocence gone.
A wolf bays with pleasure, untamed is his passion
Hot breath panting wildly, a nightingale sings,
Far off in the distance, her sanity wavers,
As groans drown the sadness, such pleasures can bring.
Ecstasy heightens the moment is coming,
When wolf and sweet angel unite, become one.
In violent surrender the angel stops breathing,
Aroused by her madness, death sings her last song.
R.M Roberts ©2010


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