Cruel Intentions (Impressions of being alive)

I blink;
For a moment:
My eyelids hide your face

It's not blood;
That nectar,
It's nitroglycerin.

And don't fall,
Not yet.
We still have time to live.

Yes Dearest;
It is my skin
Betwixt your teeth:
Your impressions of being alive.

The illusion has faded;
It is raw reality.

Just the strength
Of our gaze;
The quiver of our bodies
... the beat of throbbing hearts.

For your fingerprints:
Shall embrace
My cruel intentions
And take my vicious pleasure
To satan.

And yes dearest:
Hell doesn't matter;
It's just your skin
Betwixt my teeth:
Making impressions of being alive.

No. Don't look away;
Not Yet.
We still have time to live.

Feel the pain?
A single bullet,
A single moment;
...the gunpowder in your veins,
The air escaping your lips?
Gasp.

Feel the pleasure?
A single bullet,
A single moment;
...the gunpowder in your veins,
The air escaping your lips?
Fall into the sky.

No. Don't sleep;
Not yet.
We still have time to die.

Smirk;
I'm helpless.
Tear me apart.
It's just my skin.

And thunderstorms will applaud
And lightening will bow in tribute;
The sky is ours, darling,
Be careful with your feet.

Yes Dearest,
your fingerprints:
did embrace
My cruel intentions
And take my vicious pleasure
To heaven.

But it's not over.
No darling,
Not yet.
Just give me one last smile.