Fantasy of Blue
You look incredible in blue
Entrancing as we walk onto the dancefloor
You set down your carefully concocted brew
Your sweet charm is something of which I adore
Hours later we depart, a happy flush
I lead your beautiful form to my room
Against your skin I softly brush
In the dark you seem to bloom
As I raise my fist you don’t utter a sound
Your limbs are rendered useless by my careful restrains
To me your last moments will be bound
So I envelop you in my brutal embrace
When you pass out, I lead you to the bath
The water turns red with your bloody residue
Your face grows mottled from my loving wrath
You look incredible in blue
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