Silver buttons pop out one after the other
And now the sheer silk underneath shows.
And I stand amidst a pool of some gauzy fabric,
That was once next to my skin.
I wore them in the evening,
And I now want to wear you,
For I am cold,
I want to wear you
For I am not.
And I do nothing,
As I stand in this windowless room,
And the last button falls
With a resounding tinkle.
And you come just one step closer,
And you think its just one of those nights,
And you would move away in the morn
But you are 75 years too young,
Too young to know
That tonight I can gobble you up,
And the wine has sharpened my teeth,
And my insides await you
Just like my skin,
And you are so young,
You will be trapped soon,
And I open my legs,
And you gasp for breath
And then drown.
And you now know not what you saw
In my eyes tonight,
One kind of life,
Belies another death.