Matadora

Matadora
Your flashing eyes and scarlet lips 
Have chased all sanity away
In the El Casadore the arena 
Where men come to chase death
Finding the raging bull to fight
To Subtly declare their intent
Tonight 
In elegant scarlet brocade
I feast upon your pale skin
Drinking in your exotic scent 
Madagascar perhaps 
This fight is in Seville  
Our Spanish blood  cries for
A ritual iof the way of Kings
You Matadors
So smiled in bloodshed you p
With your swords of El Toro
I You have Pierced me
I am pulled by the agony and joy
Exalted above all men
To bleed as a bull upon  your sand
You have true skill  my lady
I never saw a thing