So innocent are the eyes
beneath their black kohl frame
that follow me as I walk by
like everything’s the same,
but I know what is hiding there,
and your lovely wicked game
and how your voice lights up the night
when your blood is all aflame.
You pretend to be so tame.
You smile at me, all innocence,
by day if not by night,
but I know how your fever burns
and how your skin is pale moonlight,
the taste of your sweet salty skin
when you sweat by candlelight
and how you wrap yourself around me
needy, hot and tight,
the games we play alone at night.