Roxanne - were

illuminated is the night girl
shackled to a false sexual hunger
behind rogue painted jaws
and scarlet tainted eyes of brown
 
erected on six-inch stilettos of gold
she barks sensually at the moon;
 
conveying the quivers
of a careless whispered qualm
stranded beneath the districts of red lights
I gaze beyond the radiant of her darkness, and
from an aching crouching lover's distance
she can see this lovelorn beast
longing to become her mid-night gentleman caller
all in vain to entertain her nighttime feasts
but she fears to tear down
that little black dress of filth and lace
fears to extinguish
the red light paving the way to tortured pleasure
there's a full moon out tonight, I say
caressing the faultless silhouette of her virgin face
just as her faux flesh trembles, protrudes and splits
beneath my touch ~
leave those dirty wolves to run your wild, I say
just as her body breaks, rebirths, cowers and lunges
above the fragile of my body
where her deadly kiss severs my neck from bone
a monogamous token
a dedication of her love;
 
she won't stand sharing me with another girl