Let me run my fingers through your hair. Let me carass your soft skin.
And I will destroy you.
I’m screaming behind innocent eyes.
To love? Foolishness.
To gain. Yes, to gain. To have and to hold and to bend and to break.
Move with me. Lie with me. Take with me.
You take me and I take you. You break me and I break you. You leave and I leave.
And we’re none the better.
And all the worse.
But we can’t help it.