22 July 2012
Black stiletto heels, sharp as junkie's needles, Click on marble tiles with seductive precision. Short pencil skirt and a great set of wheels, Razor sharp wit making surgical incisions.
Lips as red as blood, flashing teeth gleaming white, Soft and supple tongue barbed just like a scorpion. A look that shoots daggers from her icy blue eyes. In a tank full of sharks, she's the dangerous one.
Comments pointed like a knife pierce uneasy silence, Merciless as diamonds that glitter in her ears. She'll provide the malice when a crowd seethes with violence, Yet losing her attention will become your greatest fear.
Long fingernails, edges honed like scimitars. Every wink a promise, and every night a show. Every touch leaves in its wake a lifetime of scars. Knowing "yes," will cost your soul, you still can't tell her "no."
Knife • Opuss № I