F♥

We'll do it, we'll do it good. We'll do it easily, unsuspecting and rough. We'll do it like a million times if you want to; and the violence inside the two of us will turn in some kind of hard passion, difficult to reduce, impossible to quantify, too sick to throw away. Tasty to our hearts, heavy in our souls, painful between every damn touch.
I love you, I love you - you're my disease and my healing.