Twisted black spirals grew from his head, Magnificent horns; part man, part beast.

Her night-time intruder licked her throat.

For the beast, she lay nubile in bed, Taking his tongue as a nocturnal feast.

Twisted black spirals grew from his head.

Face pressed in pillow at the hands of the goat,

Deep inside her he drove, fingers clasping his horns.

Magnificent horns; part man, part beast.

His pace impressive and self-control unmatched, Every night a secret marathon, flaming her need.

Her night-time intruder licked her throat.