My hands are on your hips, your name is on my lips, over, and over again, like my only prayer. Two can play at this game. I've got a burning desire for you baby.

There's something about our routines that I need to get rid of. The solidity of them, or the fact that they control us. This desperate need for change has unraveled me, and turned us inside out.

I love her like the moon loves the stars, and the dance the trees share with the wind. I want torture this thing that binds her to this pain. I want to skin it and find it's muscle. It's threating to spill out of her like rays of the sun.