Dude, get off my dick.

Dude, get off my dick.

you say
I’m perfect

my eyes remind you
of summers past
of cool waters
you’d drown
yourself in

my skin like
smooth and soft
harboring hardness

my curves
wind like your
favorite country road
but always lead
to murder country

my hair
as dark as night
the perfect snare
to get your fingers
tangled in

you don’t know

I am venom

I am fire

my fingers sharpen
in to razors at their tips
my tongue cuts deep
when provoked
my fists get thrown
at egos instead of
grown bellies

and I’ll tear you
faster than
you liking
the series of
pictures you’re
stalking on my