I bet she could swallow me whole,

Or piece by piece,

like the alligator on her thigh.

Her apartment is Very ***** and welcoming,

I wouldn't doubt it though,

That somewhere in her uptown lair,

There are the husks of a few unlucky hearts,

Tucked carefully away and wrapped up,

Something like the spider on her arm.

But while I lay next to her,

Tracing those tattoos,

I could only think of all the ways,

She had made me feel good.