To lay my head upon your chest
To taste the salty heated flesh
To fuel the fire from your great maw
To be the prey beneath your claws
To yank you, laughing as you run
To taste the blood upon my tongue
To tear your throat with one great slash
To breathe the breath that is your last
To love the beast that is within
To slay the man without... again

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Chronos, in the year 257 AF.