Desires of the Flesh
Moonlight glistened from the beads of water dripping from her naked body as she lay on the stone. I could not help but take pause. A fog engulfed my being; lost in her malevolent beauty.
“You need her.” It said, “You must have her,” it insisted.
I stepped into the night, enraptured by the possibilities of her flesh.
“You’ve come.” She said.
“Yes.” I responded. Was I not there of my own volition?
She turned to me, eyes blazing with desire.
Too late I found this appetite for my flesh to be, both a deep lust, and a true hunger.