She wouldn’t dare
Mercenary crystal suitcase 
The obscene confectioner

She wouldn’t hurt me
Scorching inflammations
She would’t hurt me

Would you moon
Your damp lozenges I have tried
Sacrificing digesting my creeps

Electrifying their voices to shrink
Your solidified pausing element intertwined
Exciting wasn’t it

For many years wasn’t it
With my opposite ribs enough I say
Paper bag your mean cratering mug

Solar howling my vacancies
Reminding my soul to lip
For your dark is famously melting

I am slowly loving now
Do you hear me fetching goodbyes
I am slowly loving now

My legs are ringing madame
Shush listen to my owl cry
His sourness slowly gagging murderous

His snaky acid hiss lighting your veil
Simmering perfumed moon of mine
You wouldn’t hurt me right

Your shadow is now my love
No longer hand wiring hurt
Echo my happy agitated heart why don’t you