Ker

A simple scream can call her forth
no need for ornate rituals
but once you feel her savage force
the need becomes habitual
She has no need for your desire
she knows no vanity
The lust her presence can inspire
can cause calamity
Her gaze becomes a raging need
you cannot abandon
Her words more wise then you e'er could read
like God himself had planned them
She takes her leave most suddenly
never giving cause
Your left listless and slovenly
with what escaped her claws