The Squalid Atmosphere of Intrigue and Betrayal

 
Oh how the lone wolf howled in the night as I listened
Oh my woman how he performed
Something so profound in his sensual temperament wild
What does he see in this lonely night born
Dark in the woods where the markings are bare
There perfumes a betrayal in an intrigued atmosphere, squalid
Perhaps it's something familiar that I fear
Reminding him of something he once knew, now breathing inside me
As the electricity ran through my heart
He felt my last breath with beauty in his critical move
And the bird that dreams as a child,
Will dream the frolic of the winds no more
A song touched his heart as he devours the qualia,
Enjoying it avidly
Never to give back her song he ever heard, and now he devours
Her most intimate words,
The beast protruded and sinks voracious teeth in my heart
Taking delight in the sensuous gratification
Oh my heart, the succulent Dove
I feel the sententious precipitous conscience
Suffering how he performs his own ravenous song
And I weep for the bird, as he gratifies the delightful night,
So full and so long . . .