Danger SignDanger Sign by Scarlettletters
The thinly veiled threat of you
runs my jaw
like a black velvet finger
aching for riddles.
You are all soft silk and whispers
sweet suffering and innuendo
and a jade's game
that loves to taunt me out of my skin.
The unplanned danger of me
plucks your mouth
like a hornet stinging nectar,
drinking in your taste.
I am all nightshade and silver
coarse textures and rough propositions
and a rogue's game
that longs to leave you unhinged.