The Way a Snake Sings with His Eyes

First in a series of 3(.5) about a bad romance.

Baby, please, sunshine--darling;

Gimme more of that light, little bit of

Enthusiastic beaming, sunrays I tore from your shy smile.

I love making you think it was your idea.

Baby, love, dearest maudlin little

B***h, don't you dare, don't you f*****g ever dare

Leave me alone. Cut the crimson thread and I can't

Knot this s**t back together, sweetheart.

Melancholy mare, mouchette-mine, my

Bug-eyed freak with wool-shears, decorated so finely in

Knitted silver sweaters. I want to turn them

Blood f*****g red, love, blood red all over you.

Looking at you now, pitiful face--a little respect, little bit of

Apprehension on your features. Doe-eyed done right,

Shaking limbs, trembling at my touch, oh, rapture in

A chorus of "yes" that I know you mean it, deep down.

That's what I like to see.

Oh, yes, that’s what I like to see.

Author's Note

Um... Any critiques/reviews are appreciated on this! I'll have the other 3 up shortly, provided I don't get lazy and fall asleep. Thanks guys!