Feral eyes glint in the moonlight,
Lupine fingernails tear at her skin,
As her hips rise and fall,
She howls with a rhythmic ministration,
The glow of her flushed skin catches the candlelight,
While the cries of her passion vibrate off the walls,
Beads of sweat fall like morning dew off blades of grass.
Enchanted lips, lavishly adorned,
Exchange sweet-tasting spittle,
Where tongues waltz and tango,
Tangled in the heat of a stolen breath,
Until they gasp to recapture it.
His eyes roll back,
A lion’s growl erupts in an incessant cadence,
Massive palms with rigid digits grasp her waist,
Guiding her motion to a steady lock to her heartbeats.
Waves of passion crash upon them like a needy shore,
Their bodies shivering in coalescence,
As the lion roars and the wolf howls,
Creating symphonic melodies in the carnality,
Lovers delighted, souls reunited.