tip me
out
she cries
tip me
out
like I’m dark
red wine
a fine
brutal wine
that you
really want to drink
tip me
out and taste me
swirl me
round your mouth
and tackle
me with your tongue
draw me
into your
dark mouth
let me
scorch your throat
because you
need me
like you’ve
never needed anyone
she sighs
and you
have never tasted
anyone
like me before
she cries
you have
never felt
the salts
and sweets
so mixed
believe
me
and you
know it
I’m so
ready to explode
just for
you
and you
buckle under her desire
her fire
you faint
under her
needy reaching out
but when
you look closely
when you
really study her
you see
she’s choking
you see
the lies
that have
started to edge around her eyes
grim
little furrows that tell
of the
hell she is
that all
is not as it seems
she’s
really a cracked bell
and she
doesn’t resonate
quite as
true
as you
so be
wary of the
unfolding
of her words
be chary
with your heart
because
what
looks like her falling for you
is in
reality
her
seeking herself
in
someone who seems
to have
it sorted
but she
will be
thwarted
in her dreams
and you
must live with that consequence
take her
for a moment perhaps
but be
aware
she
crowds you out with her stare
she’ll
suck the flesh from your bones
and pluck
the feathers from your wings
she’ll
bring you small packets of joy
toys
perhaps
but only
small ones
but what
what she’ll
bring is a habit
of an
addiction
and
you’ll catch
that
greedy habit
like an
affliction
tip her
out
then
tip her
out
before
it’s too late
