She feels stale breath
and his fingers
stroking her back
she arches
like a cat
toning the morning
to horror
'I love you'
he whispers
with a little pressure
and something sharp
painting the room red
She feels stale breath
and his fingers
stroking her back
she arches
like a cat
toning the morning
to horror
'I love you'
he whispers
with a little pressure
and something sharp
painting the room red