If she could take
A throat out
With teeth bare
Or press a small,
Clean blade to a
Pulse above a
Soft pink nipple,
Tongue testing
Warmth flowing
She could be
Satiated today
Like no other.

“once inside
your afraid they’d find
nothing to hold on
to?
--Cowboy Junkies
Ring on the sill

And what if she
Is not perfect,
Base humor and
Desires uncommon,
Analytical in depths
Undreamed,
Coldness amidst bright
White passions
Would you admire
Her uniquity?
Or run...

And what if she
Is all you wanted once
Perhaps in March 04’,
The profiling eerily
Too like her almost
Even for her own
Obscure tastes.

And what if once
Inside you find…