to the hilt -

brash … you are my petite paramour the 'alternative' thang goin’ on dyed, purple-red hair perfectly-placed piercings and tats (just enough to tantalize) though nothing could befuddle the exquisite frame you fill the plump, darkened lips, like juicy blackberries coal-core Emerald eyes dancing above do you really think your knife so keen and cold? I have felt the hilts of many broader blades jagged-edged phrases that were thrust far deeper than your weak "goodbye" and with considerably more forceful intent but please feel free to do your absolute damnedest I know it's important to you we've waltzed in these roles before, you and I you've worn this defiant skin with regularity and I will allow you your venom, spattered but before you pull the knife from my dastardly pliable flesh do not fail to finish the deed and twist it, hard I want to FEEL it this time and lay in the warm blood of our passion as you … leave.