Though she has traveled here before
She finds she must return once more
Drawn to this place, cannot explain
She can feel a hunger, feel the pain
Is it man, or is it beast?
It does not matter in the least
This calling never seems to cease
Every night, the calls increase
Even sleeping in her bed
She hears the whisper in her head
A snapping twig, the rustling brush
All through her body, tingling rush
Passion with a touch of fear
Her senses tell her it is near
As pouring rain begins to drive
She knows now that he has arrived
She hears the breathing, closer now
The moment is upon her now
As lightning crackles in the sky
Through the air he starts to fly
Upon her in a second split
His features by the moonlight lit
Her shaking hand upon his face
His breathing starts to quicken pace
Deep in his chest, a rumbling growl
And suddenly, a wanton howl
Torrential rains, he grabs her tight
And carries her into the night
Into a cave, far from the rain
Here in this place she’ll take his pain
Amidst the roar of evening thunder
A spell of passion they fall under
The fury of the blackened skies
Pales to the lust within their eyes
Through the night and raging storm
The two become one mystic form
As storms continue through the night
Two lovers bathe in passion’s light
© The Beginning At Last
The Beginning At Last 
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