Tell me that you want me. Show me.
Tighten your back and weaken your hips. Bend.
You always had bad posture, now lets put it to use.
I’m a bull and you’re wearing red.
Flared and charging down Pamplona’s streets.
Predator and prey,
but you want to be hunted.
As I sink my teeth in I cannot resist
and your mouth falls open in a frenzy
If I could think in that moment I’d wonder
who was hunting who
If I could think in that moment
then you wouldn’t be you.