oh the tactile touch of fair skin
burned by fallen cigarettes but beautiful all the same
the embellishments make them far more personal
than if they were squeaky-clean, skinny and lean
they're full, and so is your heart
when you fall back into the bed
and stare at her face, glowing amid the red
her cheeks are so rosy, your chest is about to burst
your chances are dead, though, better
get me a hearse