Winds whipping and roaring across the plains
As I curl up against your remains
One more howl added to the night
As I howl and scream with all my might
A hunger stirs deep with in my core
I must taste you once more
I run my fingers through your blood matted hair
Smelling your lingering scent on the air
A low rumbling growl slips past my lips
As I bend down and kiss your dead lips
Tongue probing your lifeless mouth
I rise above you and once more
Make love to your rotting corpse
Ridding you like theres no tomorrow
Taking what was mine once again
Muscles rippling moving in time
To a tune that only my inner core can hear
Wind whistling and whipping past my ear
With a scream I get my relief
Slumped over your lifeless form
The tears come once more
Soaking your face
Leaving only anger in its place
Once more I rise
Stalking the night feeding my hunger
As I was born, alone...........

Good morning CCP.Could feel the hard to let go there.Must say,what a
morbid thought tho.Hope you have a good day!

sorry sometimes I get a bit morbid , but morbid is a part of life.
Thanks Bill