Sonnet of the Moon: Embrace

Come hither, Prince. Slide into bed with me
Allow your desires to come true, Prince
Your black hair, your pale skin, your perfect glee
From the last moon, my love, I've missed you since
The green, dark, earthern eyes you're bestowed with,
Entrance my will, my passion for werewolves
It engulfs my soul to spiral down with
Intrigue. I shudder when I feel your gloves
Those rough hands crawl up and down my body
They are forceful. They know what to look for.
You strangle me like it was your hobby
Rage, what rage you have, brings me to death's door
What is the price to call you my treasure?
How far will I go to get your pleasure?