noir

   
in a dusky bar...dimly lit the blues quietly play
a woman alone...cigarette dangling from her lips
waiting on a stranger to light it
you sidle up with danger in your smile
your heady gaze is met with daggers of my own
 
"what's a dame like you doing in this dive?"
 
my smile says I'm up to no good...
red headed Vixen who's always up to give as good as she gets
with a southern drawl long and drawn out as church on Sunday
I answer stranger you're just the distraction I was hoping for
your steel jaw clenched says you'd seen broads like me before
 
sure you would take me on for the night...maybe two
but a woman like me has a way of digging into a man's soul
with nails in your stare and a hard pull off your bourbon
 
you spit "I've known plenty women like you"
"lady I'm not up for games tonight"
 
"mister I'm not up for none neither
here's the deal pretty as you please
I'm lonely I haven't been fucked right since I can't remember
I wonder are you the man I'm craving right about now?
the kind of man to take more than he gives"
 
"buries himself in deep enough to fill my sorrow
but not enough to lose himself in it
the devil himself couldn't walk away from me
you think you can?"
 
"mister, I need a cruel man
I'm the wild type men long to tame
I've broken weaker a man"
 
I lean in for a closer look
thinking you might just be him
 
your jaw tightens but your eyes relax
you take another hard tug off your drink
put your arms around me and say "let's head out"
the devil you say and laugh
 
the night falls in on our sexual escapades
low moans can be heard as you choke the life from me
smothering the dawn that threatened us