Hunger.
Dark eyes staring from the night,
they consume your image.
They know of only instinct and desire.
Unslacking lust.
They want you.

Hunted
is your face in the world beyond.
Something that cannot be stared at
but glanced at - intense is your beauty.
But those eyes cannot leave you
but watch, and wait.
They desire forever.

Lust.
A grumble, a low growl in the night.
This is all you hear before it comes.
Those eyes are all you see.
Those eyes.