Letra de Fer-De-Lance

There’s nothing better than this:
dressed in our predatory skins,
our blood so thin
we could never win.

We’ll be awake for days.

I’d have pulled you into the storm
when you told me your real name;
I’d have soaked you through.

We’ll be awake for days
in a sudden rain,
reeled in by the heat of the prey...
The body aches
as it craves.

They said you were anguine;
in the crowd you could have been slithering,
and I could see you were hungry
as you wrapped yourself around me.