She sits on the sidelines Outlined by shadow and smoke Her curling p's and q's go unnoticed Watching him wallow in darkness Persephone and Hades comes to mind Although in reverse The ashes of her springtime **** craves the bright burning flame of hisΒ Unforgiveness Coming on like a fifth street ****** Red lips and sky high thighs She's got bad intentionsΒ His fathomless inkwell craves the sweetness of her embrace We all aren't built the same she thinks But she'd let him tap her vein Violets and stars winking in her vision His cold touch finally reaches her Hot skin melting past his reluctant facade It was all a game he whispers To get you closer **To make you mine