she told me something beautiful
in a hideous way
and I was confused
whether she was
serious or not;
her lips seemed playful
but her twisted smile
said otherwise
as her eyes glistened
with a glint of anger
in them, they flashed
like knives
the reflection in
them danced like a
cacophony of dazzling sequins
and her breath still
strong and sweet with
Tanqueray before 8pm
…giggling and merciless
turned on like
fire
just a thin sheen over her skin
as she perspired delicately
then met my
jeans and touched
my arm, wetting her lips
she leaned in over me
heart thrumming in my ears
hissing something like
how do I taste?