virginity
i love saying no, and watching men
who are not accustomed to hearing that
grow mad and confused.
betrayed by the idea of me ruining them,
and not the other way around.
taken aback at what i’d taken and what i hadn’t given.
i love stringing them along, like fish in a net
leaving them with phantom kisses,
and sultry songs in my name
that they will play over and over again
on the colder nights of winter.
playing pretend with their eyes shut.
i love it all, being a siren, a cannibal.
taking all they’ll give with my lips out in a pout,
my canines poking down in a way that gets them going.
they like it so damn much when they see my teeth.
it’s got something to do with taming.
they like the idea of wild things for the sake of killing.
