Under a tree, under the stars, under control, restrained arms.
Whispers of laughter, whispers of pain, whispers of desires, shouts of disdain.
Biting me while biting you,
Grab hold of the flesh and chew.
I'll make sure you're sorry you ever brought me here,
Bruising your body because I love you so dear.
I've liked you for centuries ideal picture in my mind,
That punk Mona Lisa that smiles so cruelly all the time.
Follows me with her eyes but not with her body,
But begs me endlessly to be naughty.
We've got matching scars, we've behind opposite bars,
We're here alone in the dark, knowing that this is all wrong.
Perfection. That is what you are.