For One Moment [intro]

For One Moment [intro]

Hes always such a gentlemen
Until the sheets are pulled over our head
He turned into an animal
The kind with a past
I let him take his anger out on me
in the most passionate way possible.
With a red face,
and sparkling skin.
His nails dug into my hips,
and as i gasped for air,
he fucked me 'till I could barely move.
I let him skip the after-cuddling
and watched him sleep like a baby
all tired out from a temper tantrum.

A love like this needs no proof
to show family and friends
whether or not its real.
No ring, bouquet, stuffed animal
can label us.
But I still like the presents.

A love like this is so good,
but theres always that one thorn
on the white rose
from the fair maidens past.
It pricks her delicate finger,
no matter how many times
she moves her hand
to a new area on the stem.
Metaphors are amazing,
arent they?

His name was Damien
quite the character he was
and is.
Pitch black hair,
Messy in that "I dont give a fuck"
kind of way.
He took a metal bat
to any innocence i had left in me.

Any of my little moments
where I mourn the loss of that part of me,
always ends in being so glad
that I have Arin.
But the passion I have
for my murderer
burns ever so angrily
every time his eyes meet my own.
Oh, how I wish his scent
still lingered on me.

Men are stupid.
Life was so much easier
when boys
still had cooties.