i want to peel the petals of your skin show me what you're made of are there flowers in heaven? you bloom with the precision of an all-bared soul let me be your fool show me what you're made of under the light of dusk show me that grim smile let me press your lips apart with mine touch your teeth against mine let me crush your breath in the grip of my whole, bare fool O
you are a beauty darling show me what you're made of show me your rose-petal heart