Temptress

I can hear her whisper
In midst of the forest
In and out she goes
She is the tempress of the night.

I can feel his heart throbbing
His hands shaking with pleasure
When the lights returned
He is simply alone.

I can see her regret
In every tear drop that falls
Sorrows washed away by the breeze
And there she goes again.

I can taste his misery
When everything he touches dies
When life is taken away in a second
He shall live alone...forever...