Savage Spirit

Savage Spirit



And there is that thing that makes us run,

That makes us rock

That makes us fun.



And there's that thing that drives us to the edge,

That echoes in our hearts

That echoes off a far ledge.



And it's a thrill to see you dance,

Your spirit free

Your furtive glance.



And I love you in your romantic role,

Embracing my arm

Embracing my soul.



And I love to hold you with our hearts on fire,

Burning with fused souls

Burning with desire.



And this savage spirit is what lures me in,

Brings me hope

Brings me within.



And you beacon me to seek you out,

Perhaps behind a tree

Perhaps wanting to cry out.



And you have that Savage Spirit to share,

I see it in your eyes

I feel it in your hair.



And you want to feel all that life brings,

As it pushes your to fly

As it shines, and bites, and sings.



And all I ask is that together we grow old,

So that we can be complete

So that our stories, forever, be told.

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Essence Scott's picture

nice!