Lioness

She walks through the darkness all alone
Searching for her next prey
No friend or lover to accompany her along the way
She must be sure, swift, and accurate
Her aim must be true
There is only one chance to catch him
She loves the hunt
The anticipation of the kill
The look of horror on his face brings a smile to hers
And as they meet
Two souls will become one
As she devours him with sweet delight
Satisfaction will last but for a short time
Until she feels the need to find another