Lips are the fingerprints of love.

And when they dusted my mind for your fingerprints they found yours.

Who who whose smell in the air of her room, whose fingerprints all over her friends’ secret places.

I used his severed hand as a murder weapon. I hope I didn’t get my fingerprints on his fingerprints.

Not even if I ask? I want your fingerprints all over me like a crime scene.