full moon rising

When your full moon rises,

And the howling bays,

And the clothes are discarded

And the predator comes to play,

Ill bring the leather,

You bring the lace,

Blood will be shed,

Each other’s we’ll taste.

Scratching and biting,

Loving and fighting,

We’re coming and going,

The fluids are flowing,

Growling and groaning,

Howling and moaning,

Till the moon has set,

Saturated with sweat,

We rise from our battle,

Our bones have been rattled,

Our muscles are bruised,

Our wounds we must soothe.

We depart this place,

With very little grace,

Swearing to meet again soon,

And we will…

At the next full moon.