to cherish the night and abandon the day to act so cute in a stupid way to speak a single word will only lessen the mood the pleasure is great when the passion is crude
coursing through her veins un-willed and un-tamed pretty face and a bitter tongue lives will halt when she’s having fun
to commit a crime to fulfill a need objects in motion tend to gather speed to pick at an itch, to inflict a wound her passion is so crude