Try as he might, he's unable to speak.
He grabs her by the hair, he strokes her on the cheek.
The bed is unmade, like everything is;
dark little heaven at the top of the stairs.
Take me like that, ruin it all,
then build it again by the light in the hall.
He drops to his knees, says please my love, please
I'll kill who you hate, take off that dress, you won't freeze.

One more night, that was a good one
One more night, I dreamed it was a good one
One more, one more night, that was a good one
One more night, the end should be a good one,
A good one.



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***This is purely for artistic expression,
so please don't bother leaving lewd comments.
Kthnx.***


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**Update: thank you to ~iamwickedstupid for editing out that pesky piece of hair! :] ***