The beauty that you see, that you smell, that you inhale,

Scars on her body spelled "Beautiful" in braille.

Off of the handle, gingerly keen,

I kissed her whole body just to say what I mean.

Under my tongue, the majesty and murder,

Of her breasts on her ribcage's quivering murmurs.

I can taste her physics,

In her twisting hips, blistering two lips,

Smellin' like tulips in between stings,

And a shortness of breath; a shortness of death.

Quench my thirst from a buffering hourglass,

66 minutes fit into her hour ass,

Sour mash apple barrel fire bomb whiskey,

I can unlock her other necklace w/ his key.

Chained at the foot of her bed instead,

Of a normal night out, we goin' all out,

I like to imagine her face on my mantle,

Light of my life and the light of my candle.

The beauty that you see, that you smell, that you inhale,

Scars on her body spelled "Beautiful" in braille