Beautiful muscles against me
Hold me down
Hold my hand
I can feel the street in you
The cold, the darkness
And the joy, I love your joy
So proud, my panther boy
You invented swagger
And maybe sometimes arrogance
You prowl angry and alone
Such beautiful eyes, predatory
Death, ****** or love
There is no looking away
I understand freezing, struck, mesmerized
Yet I slide against you, delirious
You speak my language, our language
Beautiful wild thing
How could I love anything else?
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
Beautiful muscles against me
Hold me down
Hold my hand
I can feel the street in you
The cold, the darkness
And the joy, I love your joy
So proud, my panther boy
You invented swagger
And maybe sometimes arrogance
You prowl angry and alone
Such beautiful eyes, predatory
Death, ****** or love
There is no looking away
I understand freezing, struck, mesmerized
Yet I slide against you, delirious
You speak my language, our language
Beautiful wild thing
How could I love anything else?
