Posted by Wurdolak on September 22, 2000 at 19:41:33:
Your crimson rivers highlight your breast,
Your crimson tide carves a beach on your chest.
I Held Your Heart In My Hands.
Without Love, but without hate,
Without Compassion, but without coldness.
Without Passion, but without lust,
Without Suspicion, but without trust.
No dominance, control, treachery, sensitivity,
Those spidery red rivers my hands ache to trace,
The look of pure love illuminates your sweet face.
I Held Your Heart In My Hands.
And then I took a big bite out of the bitch.