Killing this love, for loving the kill.

Touch my hand, Touch my lips
I'm dying with each thouch from your fingertips.
Kiss my hand, Kiss my heart,
I'm dying with each kiss, it tears me apart,
Hold my hand, hold my mind,
As you hold me I go blind,
And as I write these verses,
With my lips sewn shut,
I can still hold my darling,
And with her I cut,
She smiles at me invitingly,
Shining like the sun,
Devoting my love to you,
To show your the only one.