The lascivious smile of a cat
in the dark, dark, dark.
A malicious touch
that ceaselessly strips you
to the yearning core.

Bring out the beast.

No more of the Sunday morning rules.
Have this pretty piece of flesh.
Leave bite marks
and balance me on the tips of your claws.

End it on this.
Rising tides of emotion
begin to burn like we're riding the sun.
666 drops of sweat.
Fire and ice meld together
to make pure light.



pretty piece of flesh-One Inch Punch (romeo and juliet soundtrack)
sunday morning-no doubt
end it on this-no doubt