A hunger that will only subside when I find my prize … A nice , luscious bloody neck or a tender piece of thigh
And when I do recapture my senses , put an end to the dog that took control
I ’ m reminded of the moonlight that serenaded me and our dance so bold
Of course ! – I ’ m disgusted , appalled at what I ’ d done , my mind numb with grief
But it ’ s always too late to mourn the dead , no forgiveness will I keep
I say I ’ ll take control next time , damning the wolf and moon to hell I vow to be a man of strength , resolved to end it all , until The next time the moon comes to call When I can ’ t stop the urges coming When I ’ m helpless to stop the intoxication burning When I can ’ t hold back the lust no longer –
FALLING
Into despair , I answer the moon , her nails digging into my skin
I ’ m pulled far from the man I know I am , the dreaded dance again begins
I ’ m hers once more to torment and play , and yes , I ’ m afraid , I do obey
For the wolf re-emerges , helpless and yearning … night after night , day after day
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B . L . Tucker is a published poet and writer who prefers to remain mysterious so that their work speaks for itself .