She climbs on top,
She has lied in waiting for too long
Her gorgeous smile infatuates me
She is shining so much, I do not recognize the gleam is coming not from Her eyes,
but from Her knife.

how stupid to think that She would bow down to me.
how selfish to believe a simple me, could tame a wild Her.

She found weakness in my humanity,
She found strength in my pride-
She fed off both-
even as She watched a rapid red river rush from my neck,
She lapped as a parting gift from that gorgeous mouth that crawled on top