Honey, I am vicious, I have teeth-sharp& and I foam at the mouth
sometimes my fingers shake too much when they lace with yours
(please, I hope you don't feel my claws grazing your palm)
and I spit fire into your mouth in a moment of osculation

you want me soft & pink with heaving *****,
but I am hard with serrated edges you'll disembowel yourself on
maybe I'll make a home in your guts, and burrow so deep
that I'll never be found, never ostracized again

& I will be sweet, sickly so like rotting fruit left out for weeks
but you will never smell the putrefaction
because honey masks vinegar, & I've caught so many flies
that I am a swarm of my own, engulfing you and every other man

and in the night, I will be at your doorstep, howling & panting;
a sirens call, feverishly waking you from your sleep
you will answer & let me warm your bed, coiling-a Lilith in heat
teeth will befriend flesh in the friendship of the century
&I; will let you take me fast&whining;, everything you desire,
girlish gasps meeting every bone bruising ******

you will never notice, as my flesh begins to split,
and I will still feel warm to the touch
      but it's only from your blood