Precious cheekbones of the girl I knew
Hair so thick and dark, you stallion you
The perfect figure in my perfect hell
The color of your sweat on my chest
The beating of your heart like a bell
Surely love at its best
Fists of fury slid silent against your face
Blood of sweet and bitter trust
My fingers trace your delicate lace
The body in which I longed to lust
Touch me again and your wrist will break
Friction the cause of too many bruises
Forever you complain of the swelling and ache
I promise to kill the one who loses.
To dalia the whore :) forever in my thoughts you bitch, and may a car hit you one beautiful morning!