tainted to light see right through in variations the undulations get inspired by you they dance like your hand up and down your wrist it's so steaming hot my mind begins to twist the salt enters the wound from the sweat that pours you felt all this from your whore but she was yours, yours you didn't ask for anything else it wasn't like you could help what you felt but the room seems to shake maybe it's just your hand out of focus and you can barely stand so you melt to the floor sliding slowing so you can curl up next to your whore.