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!