that could demolish me quite like yours.
Don't touch my skin like that,
you'll make me want to slip
into your veins.
WARNING: I'm more addictive than heroine.
Side effects may include sweat-soaked sheets,
loss of sight and bruises
[on your neck, collarbone and
every-fucking-where you'd like them, baby.]
Too bad you never were one to read labels.
I'll leave you so breathless, you'll find
your own fingers digging at your throat.
Sorry to disappoint -
oxygen will never satisfy you after
you get a taste of my breath
- [between your hips.]