Tears & Twang at Sundown

I grip your hips tight, I make your body hunt.
Spit on your tongue while the crickets sing low,
You drip down my thigh, lost in the afterglow.
Fist in your curls, pulling you back into hell,
You're shaking and cursing but ringing that bell.
Shadows stretch long, your moans cut the night,
Your soul's on the altar, I'm claiming my right.
Tears in twain at sundown, crying while I ride you slow,
Screaming my name as you soak through the glow.
Fuck me like salvation, beg for the pain,