Burning lips. Burning, bleeding, blood-stained lips. Stained skin, ripped clothes.
Ripped minds, torn open, exposing the most vulnerable.
Vulnerable curves, slipping and sliding into oblivion
Oblivious, beautiful, vulnerable minds - stained, hurt and happy.

When she leaves, she'lll wash away all the marks. You'll never know she was around, until a fragrance drifts to you and you notice a taste lingering back on your tongue.