"Call of the Flesh" also if you don't like it bite me its the first one i've wrote in years
Call of the Flesh
The call comes in the night in halls of ebony as a light passes, her sway leading his mind to places of sin
clad in satin and lace her milky skin and shining eyes a gentle beacon in the darkness of this place
The call.
As this nymph dances as if in a trace to a pulsing beat making lighter the heavy heart of the jackal watching silently.
He resists as he burns to taste her soft skin, then a smile from this beautiful creature.
The call.
The brush of her hand, sweet torment. His pulse speeds as a wave of heat spreads across his face from her glance.
He looks away rather than lose himself in her eyes. A head on his shoulder, oh how she tempts him not knowing the fire in his soul.
The call.
his restraint cracks not able to stop himself from running his hand through her raven hair as she acts as if she doesn't notice.
A laugh pleasant and warming from a clumsy joke from the jackal. He falls silent not knowing what to say
retreating back into the safe shadows of his own mind. She pulls him towards the pulsing a fast beat matching his heart.
The call.
It comes as she sways her hips to the beat feeling the jackals eyes on her.
The song ends. A conversation stumbling and awkward, silence, she catches him staring again
She ask why he gazes at her he shrugs it off biting his tongue from uttering some sweet words about her beauty, fearing her rejection.
She must leave he sees her off wearing a false smile inside screaming for her to stay.
She fades away into the cold night and with her so goes the call.
Back to his dark corner retreating again into the shadows of his mind, the pulsing beat drones on,
the night and his heart weighing heavier in her absence.
Perhaps the jackal will see her again and the dance will begin anew.
and with her return the call.