she lives on a street called hot
a walking contradiction
written in extremes
lava cake and vodka martinis
bitten off in dreams
intensely never in between
drunk when you need her maddest skilz
with flirts and flutters and looks to kill
she shrugs and smirks and utters “be still”
about your rules of romance and monogamy
donning heels to write poetry in sidewalk chalk
making eyes in case we need a strong cock block
she’s not afraid to slide a jelly donut
on the end of your pistola
careful if you pull her trigger
the lady does cut quite a figure
she’s got a fever between her legs
and she damn sure knows
just how to use it
or so i’ve heard
this a collab by me (trixclibrarian) and cordx ~ we wrote it for the gorgeous writer at xtremewriting
