Her smile is lipstick, against his scars.

She can taste bitter cosmetics on his tongue.

-

He is a hurricane.

Too human to be human;

Filled with rage and laughter.

Perverse genius,

With his finger on the trigger

And a crooked grin.

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She would die for this.

The smell of him,

Blood, and gasoline.

The feel of him,

All nerve,

Beneath her fingertips.

For the sweat,

And the sex,

And the scars.

She would die

For the thrill

Of finally living.