Even when I'm breathing, I have a desperate need for breath. But when I watch her I forget. She grips my heart to death, and pesters my regrets.
Even when its beating, there's nothing in my heart. But when I see her it restarts, I fill with feelings and remark, that even I can feel a spark.
All that's in her is a poison, and she sucks it in her bones, her leather skin and sexy flesh is filled with terminal groans. She stays out in the sun too long, sucks cigarettes and wears sarongs, but I want her for my own, so that we can be alone, and she can bounce upon my bone.