The sweet fragility of the blood red roses of heartbreak frame my elusive skull. The band of darkness cradles my locks of gentle candy floss and the essence of tangerine dreams, right down to the tips.
The lavender that polishes my ever-tarnished finger tips hints at the soothing nature of my ever-longing touch.
The taste of my hard-bitten lips is signified as dangerous by the dead red of my Cupid's Bow, while the sharp diamonds of my gleaming teeth tempt your trembling lips towards mine own.
I would eat you alive, sweet boy of nothing. Your name would be but a cry in the night once I'd had my wicked and ever elusive way with the likes of yourself.
Beware sweet love, my lips read danger, and theses lips cannot, nay, shall not lie.
The lavender that polishes my ever-tarnished finger tips hints at the soothing nature of my ever-longing touch.
The taste of my hard-bitten lips is signified as dangerous by the dead red of my Cupid's Bow, while the sharp diamonds of my gleaming teeth tempt your trembling lips towards mine own.
I would eat you alive, sweet boy of nothing. Your name would be but a cry in the night once I'd had my wicked and ever elusive way with the likes of yourself.
Beware sweet love, my lips read danger, and theses lips cannot, nay, shall not lie.
