The Wolf

You'll ruin something tonight,

And I'll break another heart,

Or at least severely wound,

With my red wine and your devil's lips,

Swaying across the full carpet in this room,

How many people are we forgetting?

How does the morning come for us,

When we have shut so much out?

Your hair pulled back,

My sleeves up,

We'll strain this till it breaks,

Because it's a violent ritual,

We can't get away from,

And you're biting your lip just as hard as me,

Till it bleeds from the wait and pressure.