If you want me, I need an animal .
Because I’m going for you.
I’m going for something delicious.
I’m sinking into extremes…one more time.
I keep clawing, scratching, screaming,
And you better be prepared.
Because I am consumed by the lustful,
weird twists, and turns,
that makes love so devouring.
I feel like the river that runs like an animal.
I’m going for you.
I want to spend life in its raw reality.
I don’t want to miss out on the succulent.
I want to fall deeply and be deeply wounded.
I want to be offended, inspired,
slapped upside the face, and renewed.
At times, I might need to be sent,
to some kind of re-education camp.
And, perhaps, at times…you too?
I need to bite and be bitten.
I need to feel your impulsing wanting grip.
I need to know you are willing to draw blood.
I don’t need a woman who can’t stand-up to me.
I need an animal.