The Predator
With practised art and infinite patience,Like a predator, he waits out of sight,Hiding in the shadows, he stalks his prey,Waiting silently for that sweet momentOf triumph, when at last with lightning speedHe pounces on his unsuspecting victimTo sink his fangs into their naked soul,Inflamed with desire to gorge on their youth,And savour the sweetness of their innocence.With honeyed words of sensual pleasuresNever before im...
