Pieces of a broken heart to slice through paler wrists,

In simple motions of those milky hips

You lost your soul, your innocence resists,

Allowing blood to drip between those crimson lips

You pull so close beside you in your mist,

You'll die alone and you will not be missed.

To fall around and smile at the abyss,

In wrinkly beds, between the silky sheets,

To lose myself in your addicting kiss

Is like the privilege for which I now exist,

And in your gentle wake I hear your wishful hiss

And risking everything for those sexy lips.