he calls her beautiful and she grins in
self delight as those slender fingers spin his lust into
dreadlocks. beautiful as his hand slides sweaty
up her jeans. she's the girl you want to be, the girl
they want to touch.
she is high, beautiful, eyeliner running in the tears of
pain as another cigarette bubbles the skin of her tanned leg. how far
can you go, beautiful? she pulls the hood over sweat streaked
hair that runs down her back like rivers of sex. she's
erotic in the way she screams as his fingers trace shivers.
vomiting & beautiful, she's licking sour bruises off
her lips, making them shine with the sin he wants. stumbling
blindly with beautiful baby steps, her best friend catches her and
they hold each other while he watches, wanting the cuteness
to be replaced by the sex and drugs like what it was before.
two friends, beautiful, struggling to get out of the
basement they so often frequent. the green is choking their lungs,
burning and beautiful, the smoke hollows out the place their hearts
used to be. he wants to watch them go but can't, his hands
grabbing at taut stomachs with a lust they make stronger.
lips together, beautiful, he stares as they prove what love
is made of. they grin in self delight as slender fingers hook together, you wish that
they would be beautiful in your eyes too, but the night's almost
broken and they push away his hands and drive away into safety.
you want to be their world but all they leave you with is thanks for the ride.
they're oh so beautiful, but only to the killers.
(nice guys really do finish last)