The Lycanthrope. *Poetess challenge

Maleficent, monstrous, enormous anomaly,
What formidable, teeth bearing beast stands in front of me?
Cruor stained teeth and saliva, savouring succulent flesh on my bones as it moans and howls at the moon, quick to swoon, it desires to feed on me and leave me a blood drenched carcass, to tear off my limbs & rip out my innards in more mess.  Savagery, ravenous, hell spawned collosal!
It peers over me on hind legs,
Forgets it's human form, oh how I pray for precious seconds until the dawn.
Emasculated beast without its fur, refer to flesh and bone, human once more.

I look on and realise that it's done.  I punch him in the face, 'Dont ever fucking do that to me again!' and then I run!