Adept in the hunt, but he won’t confess
Peel back her flaws and you’ll find a sense of royalty
Perfectionists, either of the two
Different means scoping out the same prize numbering few
Never doubt her sense of causality
Indifference harbored for every casualty
Can’t understand his loosening gaze
But you’ll find yourself transfixed evermore
each day
They pry for the human experience
They prey, they prey

Her sharp painted claws tear at your flesh
His firm grip & sensual breath alleviate all stress
Never the wiser you’ll surely play into their games
But you’re nothing more than another steak to claim
Broken & blessed
You’ll be enthralled by her linen tongue
Confused & transfixed
His hands can surely do no wrong
But those marks of love traced through your porcelain skin
Stand nothing to reason once you’re spellcast their kin