Winter’s touch, eyes snap open, and suddenly I am breaking.
Endless rage, midnight bliss, my life in your hands, no mistaking.
I push, you pull, I’m rendered still, yet inside I kick and scream.
Two tyrant wolves, one bold, one careless, a whiskey Irish Cream.
You ask, I ignore and run away, as far as I can go.
I cause us pain, yet still you come, our fate inevitable.
Two rings like nooses around our throats, you shout, I make no sound.
We fuck like animals ‘til dawn breaks, our carnal flesh is bound.