411 – Sharp

The first time
I saw your eyes
I knew you were
Bad news.

The first time
I saw your smile
I knew danger
In disguise.

The first time
I saw your tattooed skin
I knew where
You kept your trophies.

I needed warmth,
You needed flesh,
Our needs collided
For the night.

The first time
I saw your naughty smile
I knew you love
Just like a cat.

The first time
I kissed your crimson lips
I knew you’d draw blood
From my heart.

I needed pain
To feel alive,
You needed me
To sharpen your claws.