She, Untamed - Mode Moderne

to cherish the night and abandon the day

to act so cute in a stupid way

to speak a single word will only lessen the mood

the pleasure is great when the passion is crude

coursing through her veins

un-willed and un-tamed

pretty face and a bitter tongue

lives will halt when she’s having fun

to commit a crime to fulfill a need

objects in motion tend to gather speed

to pick at an itch, to inflict a wound

her passion is so crude