No I've never listened to Kill Hanna
 
I want a boy with lips like morphine.

Knock me off my feet.

And when I inhale my breath was lightning.

My heart was thunder.

My blood was wind crashing through me.

The magnitude of my storm like love controlled by the Poseidon that is your attention.

The ruby red apple that tempted Eve, I bite and beg for more.

Pain, punishment, and love, can all be the same.

I crave intensity that rivals a hurricane.