In such heat
there should be a law
for sexuality
to unfurl itself
blindly and beautifully
across the streets. 

The ravenous
nature of the
brunette female
will weave
its demonic love
around my heart,
and choke it,
suck it dry.

After such states
the fingernails
that drove into
my back are
later covered up
in black nail polish.

The lips that dove
into my ears
and met my lips
are later covered
by a burgundy
exterior.

And she perfumes
herself, glancing
with seductive
eyes at her own
beautiful reflection,
knowing full well
of her powers.

Summer 2007