curves

I'll fly off the bridge
The barrier will break
And I'll fall all the way
If I follow these curves
Let my eyes drift
I'll lose control
And plummet - I'll fall
I'll fly off the bridge
Leave dust dancing in the sky
As I rush to wards the ground
And cry and scream and burn
But. . .
These curves make me want to fly

With
Bright eyes in ashen skin
faint curves like dreams
and spectral limbs
that wrap around
Bringing nails
Sharply into life
Drawing blood
Red with passion
Echoing screams
Rife with desire
She pulls me in
removes my calm
and leaves me bare
Full and beastly
Within her love