White lines
She looks around, making sure nobody watches
She bends over the table and slowly the skies whispers in her ears that her waist is beautiful
The dust is tenderly kissing the inside of her brain and she is standing on the doorway to heaven
goosebumps is traveling from her toes to her ******* and a tickling feeling is rushing through her blood
She pushes her breast towards the sealing and opens her mouth like she is ready to love

More wants more and another white line appears on the table in the empty room
She is slowly scratching her neck and points her nose directly to the table, that suddenly looks like some of the Devils furniture

Everything fades as she gets op on her feet and she takes her clothes off to the beat of the drums and within a moment she isn't alone in the room
She is dancing like an angle with broken wings, elegant but hurt

She lets Jesus touch her between her scarred legs
He tells her that there is plenty of white lines and that she is the most beautiful creature he had ever seen

She wants him to stay, she begs
Everything becomes silent and she hits the ground with her naked body
She looks around with her last energy, but there is only darkness