A Deadly Shade of Gold

She wore a peach on her tongue,
That lilt of old Georgia,
Where the big girls grow.

She held a sailor in your cheek
And a chip on your shoulder,
Blamed ‘those pansy ass fuck-ups’ for the war.

She hid a demon’s seed,
A ravenous spark, deep
In her pale reptile eyes.

She could drawl and tease,
Coerce and please,
Drawing you into her fold.

She would simmer and purr,
As she’d weave between your legs,
Ever nipping and stitching up your heart

She gleamed in the darkness,
A treasure and a toxin,
A deadly shade of gold.