• She was white
    lying there
    skin like a meadow blanketed in snow
    her knees - two rose colored peaks
    a sharp contrast in color.
    I pinch her thigh
    she cries out
    I watch the skin go from white to red
    my hands go around her waist -
    burning -
    she was always cold
    I kiss her breast
    blow a puff of hot air on the wet spot
    her cold heart melts -
    paper cheeks marked with rose.
    The rose that smells the sweetest,
    but grows wild and throny
    this time she doesn't get me,
    I p***k her
    and pull her from the ground.