The Werewolf

She went to him in the evening light,
Her luscious form a sensuous sight,
Lovely, fragile, soft and sweet,
His heart did miss many a beat.

Her smiling face was gentle and kind,
Her fragrant presence made him find
A feeling of joy he'd never felt,
His doubts of her she did surely melt.

Yes, he was lost in pure delight,
This would be such a wondrous night,
But alas, it was not to be,
At full moon, a werewolf wild was she.

Now his hunger is appeased,
All inhibitions have been released,
No more craving till the moon is true,
He has now become a werewolf too.