Would that I could be the leopard with you, Of gleaming fang and passion’s blood, To scent your needs and touch thy soul, Without humanity’s chains to hold me back.
We would run the forests deep and dark, With full moon magic in our veins, And feel true passion hot and wild, Without humanity’s laws restrained.
We would sleep beneath the roof of stars, On beds of moss and rushes deep, Our fur for warmth... Our hot blood keep the chill away, And while we sleep our humanity fades.
Cold human passion dares to match the bond between us as we mate? So pale and weak it would compare to what we feel... Wild passion, strong enough to make the ages weep!
Come run with me beneath the moon, We’ll love and hunt our spirits one, Beyond the chains of Human lives, Together under wild skies...
