Dine on a moonlit rendezvous

The madness of the moonlight
Lie in silent ambush
In the depths of the night.
Felt insanity's forceful push.
Thy tangerine silken dress
Pressed on thy alibaster skin,
Luring my muzzled heart to confess
My mind's ever slipping reason.
How I longed to partake thy fruit;
To indulge in thy wine.
I a victim of my inner dispute.
Should I nibble or dine?
My covert inner Hyde
Fighting to remain inconspicuous
Whilst raging inside.
Its intentions ambiguous.
Thou wast a beauteous morsel
That drank from the moon.
Thou wast a luring damsel
whom I hoped to feast soon.
My beast innerly restless
Hungering to turn thy dress crimson.
My wolf promising to be relentless.
To dine thee with passion.
© Jerry Langdon 2017