You smell just as sweet as before.
Life flowers.
Roses and blood.
Both such warm, rich colors.
The smell is absolutely delectable.
So intoxicatingly sweet, it burns in the back of my throat.
Who knew your scent would drive me crazy?
I let the stained knife slip through my fingers,
It hardly makes a sound against the satin sheets.
Did it really have to go this far?
Beautiful.
You are so beautiful.
It's no wonder I love you to death.
Apr 17, 2010
Apr 17, 2010 at 5:53 PM UTC
You smell just as sweet as before.
Life flowers.
Roses and blood.
Both such warm, rich colors.
The smell is absolutely delectable.
So intoxicatingly sweet, it burns in the back of my throat.
Who knew your scent would drive me crazy?
I let the stained knife slip through my fingers,
It hardly makes a sound against the satin sheets.
Did it really have to go this far?
Beautiful.
You are so beautiful.
It's no wonder I love you to death.
Copyright Megan Sonnier 2005
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