Today is not the day... I open the door for you or bring you flowers Whilst I remain that man, I am that beast, that hunter that scents your cunt nectar. Whose swelling is mercenary. whose lust is ripe. Today is the day I break you over the threshold of your need and ache Lead you, take you, fully Till the afterlife of our carnality pulses deep into a warm exhausted night, into which I hold you again *