Passion We Hunger

Like the wolf hungers for his mate, I too want the passion

Of the wild and the ecstasy of the call that moves me in

Let the storm find us, and drench our bodies delight with its taste

Wet moments of lust we share, with the thrust of your body

And the plunge into the skin so deep, that the hurt will not wound

But give pleasure and feelings so divine, the animal will not be tame, for we too

Love and mate, in the heat of the moon, that shine upon our souls

To the beat of our hearts, that come so complete, with time we thrive

As the passion, and moments, continue to rise, we are engaged in passionate

Moments, forever in our bodies, we hunger