I want someone that knocks me off my feet, that steal my last dying breath and brings me back with just a simple kiss more affectionate than the prince who left his princess to God’s grace..but she’s true grace, honesty at its best. the loveliest sin lay between a pair of limbs and i wont regret, oh i wouldn’t regret the sweetest taste, so if god himself will strike me down to my weak knees and i will still pray for her face to be my last preview of eternal bliss.