Poems and more from the Heart, Soul, Mind and Spirit

Waiting for you to come home

The animal within hungers for freedom

Your scent still in the air

I hear your car miles away

The desire to pounce getting stronger with every passing moment

I begin to transform into the animal that has to stay contained

There would be no mercy for you

I will attack, leaving no time for your reaction

You walk through the door

I pounce, ripping off your clothes

You up against the very door you walked through

I enjoy every inch of my prey

His scent, his moans

The prey soon releases himself to  the animal he so desires