If the thrill of the hunt sets you a'flame
I'd long to be the man to play your game
But I'm not a beast to be satisfied with just a bone
No "here's a scrap" now go on alone
I need a feast - your body, your mind
My cravings won't end with wrinkled sheets and a bottle of wine.
I want to devour you whole
Your spirit, your soul
And once I've stripped you down to your core,
Only then, my dear, will we start the chase once more.
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
If the thrill of the hunt sets you a'flame
I'd long to be the man to play your game
But I'm not a beast to be satisfied with just a bone
No "here's a scrap" now go on alone
I need a feast - your body, your mind
My cravings won't end with wrinkled sheets and a bottle of wine.
I want to devour you whole
Your spirit, your soul
And once I've stripped you down to your core,
Only then, my dear, will we start the chase once more.
This is a work in progress - still trying to find the right words to complete a grander thought.