dichotomy

sometimes I look at you darling
I want you like the  animals mate
in the dark of the African jungle.
the beating drums beat faster
my hearts in unison with them.
I want us raw and untamed.
teeth and claws tearing flesh.
but other times
I want you like a Victorian Iady.
just a glimpse of your shadowed eyes
or the lift of your skirts
showing ankles.
makes me demented
with need of you.