"The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine, open hand or closed fist would be fine, blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Her fight and fury is fiery, oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing. Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed in the tide of her breathing.
And it's worth it, it's divine, I have this some of the time."
Cherry Wine by Hozier