Babygirl, you look so pristine. Like a Grecian butterfly You take the only soul within me. Your love turns my skin aquamarine. Every poem you sing Makes it hard for me to breathe.
I yearn for your liver-mortis kiss. Only Death himself can make feel like this. Only putrefaction can be a final bliss. But I'll linger and haunt till you believe Every hug and kiss turns my skin aquamarine.