she was, beneath you, trembling and soft
softer yet, than the cotton haze in your eyes
cold, faint drops tangled with your long lashes
colder yet, than her mouth against your chest
you wound up a hand behind her thigh
the other traced the million moles splattered all over her rough skin
she bit her tongue and kissed you to death
cherry red dripping down your stubble, studded chin
her long fingers dug into your back
and ripped out your little angel heart
for she, even backstabbed the devil himself.
