You covered your eyes with velvet, your lips with red.
I could do whatever I liked. Whatever.
You covered your heart with emotion of black, saved it of terror but found loneliness somehow.
You did a game, with your perfect bones, a never ending one. A game which turned out to be true, nothing to play with any more.
Your name spoken from your lips was pure, sparkling erotic.
I could taste the flavour of your lipstick on my glass. Gintonic. Good morning. Let the smoke out, the fog in.
We broke each others hearts.
I took what I wanted.
You just gave away.
When it was all taken, we both were just puke.