Its kiss

In the darkest hour,
In the darkest of nights,
There is only one thing,
That can truly fright.
Wandering, lonely, cold,
Looking for its prey,
To feast upon,
Searching, to have what it may.

Stalks the streets,
Of fog and mist,
To find its victim,
To give, the kiss.
It hunts to find,
What it truly needs,
Young looking, and pretty,
That is its greed.

When he finds,
What he craves,
He strikes at once,
His desires don’t cave
A whirl of light,
Surrounds the woman,
A gust of wind,
Dancing sullen.

She starts to smile,
Though doesn’t know why,
Her eyes can’t see the creator,
Not how hard she tries.
Shaking and shuddering,
In the darken evening,
A great sensation,
Is conceiving.

She starts to moan,
And groan and shout,
She feels her body betray her,
Though she is doing nout.
Her clothes rip off,
Like a Wolfe on its kill,
Though she feels no pain,
It’s pleasure but not by will.

“Mmmm, oh god” she moans
Her body riveting,
Not knowing what it is,
But it is tantalizing.
She feels her nipples pinched,
Her cunt rubbed deep,
He minds a blur,
She does not weep.

She gets more excited,
Just until,
Her body squirms,
And cums with the thrill.

The wind stops gushing,
The light no longer shone,
What ever it was,
It’s gone,

Maybe to give someone else its kiss.