She's overcover

I'd nibble at you every day, I'd nibble at you every night, I'd send my jaw to another hell. I wanna chew you, feel your tenderness till you get dry and hard, and out of tooth. For now, we lack teeth more than you, more than your smile, bloody spectacular half-smile. You're the loveliest onomatopea and we are your faithful ears. You mend scars and you put a veil on the money we don't have, and never will. We ate lion meat and are still as hungry as the river next door. We couldn't trace back the magazine it was taken from, and, in the purest honnesty we're able of, we do not care that much if the pictures are great, only the name of the imagemaker will miss. The world needs loves, and gloves and your gazes to turn, and we need your glance to dance, Guinevere, not to stop. Keep shining dark, mistress.