Your kisses
were the fangs
of a snake in Eden
nibbling gently
on my adam's apple
until the skin became purple
and broke
dripping red with juice from the
sweetest fruit
your daddy told you to never
touch –
but it's just so
goddamn delicious
isn't it?

I hiss
when you lick it
and whisper
“you're such a good
little bad-girl”
and you hiss
with me
while you giggle
curling and flaunting your lips
like a set poisonous
pink fangs
deadly enough to kill a man
with just
one
kiss –

I trusted you

but trusting in love
is no different
than trusting
in Satan.