The Sweet Deal

Her hollow hands reach
For your fast soul
You sold for so much compromise

Your bones arch in
As she inhales the saccharine smell
Of your fears

Yes...she caught a healthy whiff
Of innocence and your eyes
And laughed as the dark of hers blacked out your baby blues

She thought of taking every drip drop
Of virgin sweet that bubbled
Into your pink neat flesh

That virgin snatch would put a whole new hue to her sagging grey face...
But alas black heart trumped vanity..

My darling....I took you fast from purgatory

She sold you to me... and baby...you will not need that sweater...