a drop of crimson
hits the surface
of the crystal clear pool
with a splash
sending ripples
across
the tranquil surface
before
dissipating
into nothing

a second
a third
soon
a constant flowing
stream
as the lone man
kneels shakily
trying to stem the tide
pouring
from his throat

to the side
she smiles
white teeth
with smears of blood
her tongue
runs
across her lips
as a shudder
of orgasmic pleasure
runs through her

i huddle low
in the brush
watching
my pulse
pounding in my skull
as i wonder
what happened
the insane lust
in her eyes
drawing me in

it is too late
for him
his life
spilled out
into the water
she is filled
with need
that calls to me
my hunger answers
with a low growl

(UN)POETIC: a collection of poetry