The Carnivore Song
Let's dance like wolves In our leathers and furs Under hot red lights On a thick, sticky night. You've got strong white teeth Your skin's prickling with heat And you know that I need you Like our teeth need meat. So let's do this like falcons Screaming down for the kill Not like sluggish old lizards Who don't feel the thrill.
Stephen Swann, 1991
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