We Were Innocent Once. How Could It

Your Hair Is A Tangled Mess,"he Said, Thinking He Liked It That Way, Like A Lion's Mane.

My Blood Rose, Mixing With My Lingering Fear Of The Unknown To Drive Her To A Fever Pitch. Her Lips Touched My Lower Neck And Vertigo Spun The Room, Burning Tracings Of Desire To Settle Deep And Low In Me. I Exhaled Into The Promise Of More To Come, Calling It To Me. I Breathed It In Like Smoke, The Rising Passion Starting A Feeling Of Abandonment Inside. I Didn’t Care Anymore If It Was Right Or Wrong. It Just Was.

I'll Wait For You Under The Bluebells. I'll Be There Always.

Sure, It Was Nice Now, But Eventually There Would Be Running And Screaming And Blood On The Floor.

Adjustment? She Called That An Adjustment? How About I Adjust Her Right Out Of Existence?