His love for her is a ticking time bomb,
tick,
tick,
tick,
she sees his fuse is lit,
yet can't let go of it,
wants so bad to feel his shot of ******,
knowing that if she doesn't let go it will be her death,
she plays in fantasy land where his bomb never existed,
he is the perfect man in her vision,
down to his smelly feet and his snoring like a lawn mower that keeps her up,
when he's there even the holocaust wouldn't matter,
She only craves more,
He is her drug,
this land is all she has every dreamed of,
He's her prince charming and she is his princess,
his touch is tantalizing and when he holds her it's euphoric,
she was never so at ease yet so intimidated,
outside this fantasy land part of her knows his last drop of ****** will detonate this bomb with the fuse in her hand,
He is her choice of poison,
Her strand of ******,
She is an addict,
Her slow suicide is worth it for that small warm touch of euphoria he holds,
He is the only thing that makes her still feel alive,
Yet, he will be her death,
tick,
tick,
tick,
ticking time bomb I know you are there,
please this one time please,
skip a beat and let her live happily ever after in fantasy land.