She has brought a man tonight.
I smell his lust for her,
but that is how she hunts them,
draws them in
with her eyes,
her body,
her lips,
and am I not guilty
of the same ploy?
Our sensuality is our greatest gift,
but the old game
grows tiresome
now that I have found her.
The spells I cast
on my own prey,
the hypnotic words
meant to ensnare
are pure lies now.
I only lure the snacks
to watch her delight
in feasting on them.
She has brought a man tonight.
I smell his fear as we circle,
target,
lunge.
It is our dance, our foreplay.
His screams, our music.
When our hungers have been sated
and we are at our strongest,
I shall lick his blood
off my lover’s nakedness
and know her eyes,
her body,
her lips
are mine.
~Drake
I smell his lust for her,
but that is how she hunts them,
draws them in
with her eyes,
her body,
her lips,
and am I not guilty
of the same ploy?
Our sensuality is our greatest gift,
but the old game
grows tiresome
now that I have found her.
The spells I cast
on my own prey,
the hypnotic words
meant to ensnare
are pure lies now.
I only lure the snacks
to watch her delight
in feasting on them.
She has brought a man tonight.
I smell his fear as we circle,
target,
lunge.
It is our dance, our foreplay.
His screams, our music.
When our hungers have been sated
and we are at our strongest,
I shall lick his blood
off my lover’s nakedness
and know her eyes,
her body,
her lips
are mine.
~Drake