The Ring
Cold ring
Warm skin
Slide it slow
Let me in
Twist once
Don’t speak
Metal bites
Fingers weak
Silver on your finger
Heat under your hand
Every little circle
Makes me understand
I can’t touch your body
So I haunt the thing you wear
Silver on your finger
My hunger in the air
Press it
Taste it
Make it shine
Turn it
Tease it
Call it mine
Soft breath
Hard need
Ring tight
Make me bleed
Cold metal
Hot mouth
No distance
No way out
One ring
One ache
One touch
I break
Silver on your finger
Heat under your hand
Every little circle
Makes me understand
I can’t touch your body
So I haunt the thing you wear
Silver on your finger
My hunger in the air
