I Sleep With A Gun Under My Pillow

Her lips are on fire.
Tonight is an exercise
In laying waste and leaving
No one in the wake.
The room full of life
Is relegated to spectators
Caught in the crossfire
Of innuendo and sultry looks.

Her soul screams —
A monster chained,
Aching to be free
From the prison within.
Tearing at the walls,
Passion floods the floor
Twisting with bodies
As they move to the beat.

Her blood curdles
And lust lines the veins.
There's no more running away,
Because there's no safe haven.
Her mane covers my face
The scent is full of pheromones.
From this new paramour,
It's a smell I will take back home.

Her tongue has soured,
Spitting the sweetest venom
Anyone has ever tasted
In a God-forsaken place like this.
Pulling her willing victim closer,
Assuming the position,
They exhale, breathe deep
And move in for the kill.