Primeval

There is a song of the wild creature that lurks

In every civilized heart

And surely in mine own

But you can't see that, can you?

Nice little one

Drop the charade, it's too late

You know I see right through you

And I like what I see

A feral cat, with heavy eyes

Made to flicker in the night

Created to devour me whole

Such pretty poison, I confess

I do like you this way

A warm, sleek creature

With panther pounce

Let me hear you purr

Let me make you growl

Stalking me with primal force

I long to feel that lovely weight

The heat of your eyes upon me

Slowly claiming that which is yours

Spitting fire and cool as ice

Tyger burning bright

To the tune of my voice