Your Predator

Silent nights bring dreams,
of natural springs and singing
nymphs of large dark eyes,
seeking your souls forbidden
hopes of a sinful romance.

Hands of desire,
hearts of dark lust that bring death,
a naked embrace
of the piercing thorns drawing
blood from wounded veins like knives.

The hunger of sight,
and of the sensations thirst,
the bodies hunger,
temptations rise for the fey,
surrender to the moment.