She exits her gold chariot

One pump at a time.

Cloaked in her matching pin-striped

Arsenal of next month's nows.

She grazes through the dark,

Downtown concrete planes.

She seeks a special kill,

A flesh she's never had before.

A prey who's blood is rich with love.



I want to seek my teeth into

Skin I can't see through.

I'll clench my jaw deep down inside.

Lick my lips hoping to find

A taste of life with you.



Holes freckle her hips.

She's sick of breaking necks

With designer prints, French tips.

Her shoes as red as lips.

Every meal tastes alike.

I want something I can bite.

Like the tethers of this diet.

Let the shackles fill my cheeks.

Feed these itching jowls.

Flush my painted teeth.

My palate has been cleansed.



I want to seek my teeth into

Skin I can't see through.

I'll clench my jaw deep down inside.

Lick my lips hoping to find

A taste of life with you.



Jewels and stones cut so precise.

Held up by a ring.

Catches all glances and looks

Hoping to distract from

The finger to the left

So bare and unfurnished

Named for sporting such hardware.



With dreams cut so precise.

She's held up by her strings.

She catches all glances and looks

Hoping to find someone who can

Dress her naked hand.

I'll tear my heart right out

And have you sport it as hardware.