Fifty shades of grey (Taken with Instagram)
I think her pony-tails are a little too tight
Because she’s alone walking with me in this moon-light
Tonight she fits in my palm
The storm isn’t anywhere close to calm
Look I’ve gone and captured the mortal
Put my face to hers clutched her by the torso
And when the lips touched I inhaled
Didn’t matter that she hadn’t been kissed much
…..
Take her away to where she didn’t need to go
Live fast, bleed slow
Will he ever know the power of speak
Wouldn’t be what it was if the prey wasn’t weak

