a lean mean cruelty machine like her
saunters into the room
thick with the thieves in her eyes
and the slow drawn tongue on her dry lips
as she lowers her thin hard frame onto the couch next to me
and vomits harsh words all over me
before placing one pale hand softly on my thigh
and begins to move it ever so slowly in a circle
like a suggestive vulture circling a piece of meat
now her phrases are a songbird of beauties
as she narrows in for the ****
pure cold viper in ripped up t-shirt and filthy jeans
i was in love before she even made it across the carpet