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.