All I Could Ever Want

A mafia mobster sits in a chair with his mafia mobster wife holding a machine gun standing next to him against a background of vintage, yellowed lace and roses. Art deco.

I’ve got my eyes on you

Your charm, your grace, your wickedness

You never disappoint, always exceeding my expectations

I have an insatiable hunger for your love, all I ever ask for

I watch, listen, stare

Your performance is phenomenal, stealing my breath away

My corrupt conscience coincides with yours, and you

Recognize that fact, taking advantage of our correlating interests

I don’t mind your hate, your anger, your frustration

Your murderous habits

All I want, all I could ever want

Is to be part of your magnificent undying saga

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