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