In the Raw Like We Were Animals
He that stalks like the prey
Holy steps he takes towards me
Sniffing at the sour air, claiming my scent he travels on
He that struggles with me in a clothes fight
Tearing, ripping undergarments to dignity
Ravishing me like some form of beast
He that makes my heart pound
Drumming my pulse one stroke at a time
Creating a ungentle rhythm
He that my body calls to
Loudly with stares no words
How I wish of him to devour me
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