Skin of the Night

Like a moth she moves to the red light. Her blood runs and boils there. She skins are sweat like an animal, And pops the buttons of her wet blouse. The wolf queen of those eyes closed, The shape struck inside me. The shade is hunting me. The wolf queen of those eyes closed, The shape struck inside me. The shade is hunting me. She digs her nails into her naked chest. Her veins fan out like a road map. She pulls back the skin to show ribs. They twinkle like shooting stars. The wolf queen of those eyes closed, The shape struck inside me. The shade is hunting me. The wolf queen of those eyes closed, The shape struck inside me. The shade is hunting The wolf queen of those eyes closed, The shape struck inside me. The shade is hunting Me. The Wolf queen of those eyes closed, The shape struck Inside Me. The Shade Is hunting