Hunger is a beast That roars in my breast. Your lips, cherry-red, Your eyes, full of hope. Your body, warm and supple, The beast must hunt! The beast approaches, The prey notices. Her eyes become round, Her tongue licks her lips, Her body beckons. Now is the time to strike! The beast has her scent. Lovelier than flowers, Sweeter than honey, The beast drinks its fill. The prey, moaning, Now begs for the kill. So the beast strikes, and Drives its spear in deep. The prey cries out, And shakes from her head Right down to her feet. "YES!" she screams. "YES, HARDER!" The beast, now unchained Cannot be tamed. Faster, slower; Harder, softer, Her screams rend the air. The beast never stops. Night blankets the sky Bliss covers the prey The beast is purring.