The Hunger
I bet when you told me to eat you you didn’t think I would do it, did you? Your eyes stare at me, so wide and full of fading lust; your soft mouth opens in a silent moan. I can’t believe I waited so long to do this. Your taste rolls around in my mouth and sets my insides on fire. Your juices are so warm on my face, running down my chin. The moment you came into my life I knew I wanted you. Now here you are, laying before me, all mine; your soul and body open to me. Our time is almost up, dawn will be here soon. Need to get back to camp before everyone wakes up. Family vacations are so fun. I’m glad Dad remarried. I haven’t eaten so well since my mom died last year.
~Kara Blackwood
Stalking Terror
Beneath the pale moon's glow
The terrors of the night unfold
A creature of darkness roams
And through the shadows, it boldly goes
A howl echoes through the forest trees
And every creature quakes and flees
A figure emerges from the night
Sharp teeth and claws, a fearsome sight
A werewolf stalks through the land
A monster born of an inhuman hand
Its eyes ablaze, its fur a shroud
As it prowls, the forest devoid of any sound
With each new victim, it devours
It grows stronger, its rage empowered
For no one is safe when it descends
A fearsome monster that never ends
So if you hear that haunting howl
And your soul begins to prowl
Beware the werewolf, lest it take
Your life, your soul, and all it partakes.
~Kara Blackwood