Bloodpoem

The bass beat pounds around the streets,
The air burns with a chemical stench.
The pulse of life thrums from a thousand hearts.
The club roars with a Jungle rhythm,
The dancers thrash a danse macabre.
The predator haunts the pounding shadows,
The air vibrates with percussive violence.
The tang of sweat and blood paints thick arousal,
The need within her wakes the beast.
The lion stalks amongst the herd,
The prey dances on unaware.
The flash of flesh, and the scent of blood,
The smoke obscures her living death.
The blur of teeth, a lingering kiss,
The river of life flows from a naked throat.
The thrash of limbs entwined and urgent,
The hunger knows no restraints.
The wolf feeds from the dying swan,
The arterial orgasm as blood subsides.