The cutest girl you have ever seen. Innocent and bewitching,

Long black hair and deep blue eyes. Pretty smile and softly spoken, But even roses have thorns.

When love hit her heart, it woke the thistle.

She chose a man, rough in nature, Rugged in looks. Grubby mechanic, With an attitude.

The cutest girl you have ever seen.

Naming her sweetheart, ‘Bunny.’

Long limbs cradling him in delicate arms,

Offering the heat of kindness,

Until he softened and the thorns sharpened.

Love bites evolved into bites, Scratches tore his back, Riled with passion.

Safety cuffs replaced with cuffs, Rope replaced with chain, She tied Bunny.

The cutest girl you have ever seen.

Growing in sensitivity and love.

Long nights worrying that she would lose her man, Long days filled with ill-temper, Amorous nights.

Bunny submitted eagerly to her games, Bunny aroused her darkest thistle.

No other woman could have him.

Chained one night in a passionate embrace, Marie’s cruel nails bit his cheek, Knives for fingers.

The nails encircled his screams,

Buried deep in blood,

And peeled the skin from his face.

For no other woman could have him.