She looks sexy when she's sick,
she looks gorgeous
even when she's vomiting up smoke.
Something cold in her running scared,
wearing miniskirt plaid
and made up
she's all dressed for him,
hoping she won't have to pay for the high.
She's trying to breathe with his hands
in and out,
her smooth skin but breathing's harder now.
She's arching her back as his lips
tickle her thin neck
circles of lust
as they weave their
way up her strained back, chest.
She's smiling as he whispers drugs
into her ear, piercing
so that he wants her
more than already, more then ever.
She's sexy when she's bent over in twisted sickness,
his hands holding her neck weaken and slip,
her lips are open in lust as she feels as
he collapses under her spell of sex.