Kiss me, take me, tame me.
Or make me a tigress, your choice. Your mind and body can shape me, mold me into a
Marble sculpture of the perfect woman with battle scars and black eyes.
Ruby lips, but my name is not Snow.
My skin is not flawless because of scars from fire and nails.
But you do t notice. You say I am beautiful anyway
With the frozen skin on my back, despite the heat radiating from my breast.
Closer, closer.

A moderate pace, the thrum of the trees hibernating, but alive,
Just like the memories that I have murdered and buried in this snow.
I recognize that flake, that little twig that fell, the lipstick stain on your neck.
I use words and actions that repeat, but only because I would hate to lose them.
Lose you.
Closer, closer.

"Don't leave me. Save me, I am getting colder!"
Explicitly, you come to my rescue, the mood changes.
**** me.
It's dark, we are alone. The mood changes.
Don't listen to her! She is crazy, out of controll!
She wants what she can't have...
Trust me, I know. I want it too.
Closer, closer.

The mood changes.