Time was 11 past 9
No more sober
She said it was over but just hold her, one last time
It was cold so obviously hold her turned into some fantastic grinding I told her

Push her away and all
Press her against the wall
She said 'Spear/Spare me'
Crap crap crap crap!
Fear is surrounding as she wrapped her legs around me
She said 'Oh wait! maybe I should go both ways tonight? get some rope, bondage, tie us up in dope ways'
Got the rope, groped and dropped her on the bed
Choked her on her neck, screaming 'you're fucking dead' till my throat sore and yet yelled 'fuck foreplays'
Always shaking her leg which was shaking the bed
Screaming heard through hallways and four doors of screaming soulmates and lost ghosts
I'm going off course
Of course a lost cause because of those lips, hips pressed against mine
Fuck it, I'll savour this kiss
This is a strangle tingling sensational trip
Thinking of the flinging stranger I miss
Rope tangled and shit
Hand her a blade, 'Can you handle this bitch'
She said 'thank you but can you?'

Shit! Slit! Split!

Anger was it?
Or was it obsessive love? Massive lust?
Cause as classy plus sassy as it was it was messing us up
Thus! leaving her guessing why the fuck did she stab in the guts, bust open my nuts before I could bust a nut