I RUN WITH THE WILD

because sometimes its nice to be wild

 

My core is hot with the passion of the night,

This is an emotion that I would rather not fight

I run with the wild, and we fight side by side,

I am the lioness of this jungle pride.

 

My pulse quickens as I move in the darkness,

My head filled with thoughts that I cannot process.

I am wild to the core and my lust is for blood,

I want to devour but don’t know if I should.

 

Do not attempt to render my lust,

I feel I would rip you and turn you to dust,

Do not think that I’m a delight,

For I am ruthless and deadly as I traverse through the night.

 

My core is hot with the passion of the night,

I am wild and crazy, and I am a beautiful sight,

I prey on the lustful, and yet I relent to no man,

This is a point that you will soon understand.

 

I am wild with the night, I am hot with desire

I am danger suppressed, I’m coal driven fire.

I am all of these things, yet none at all,

I am just a woman, with a mating call.

 

REB (MARCH 2012)