I should've known by the look in your eyes;
The way you eyed me was sharp precision.
Searing me in half and staring straight into my soul.
Those strikingly blue eyes made for killing
And I was your new prey,
A wounded animal stuck gawking into the headlights of a speeding car.
Your smile should've set off some alarms.
The slight curving of suspicious lips
Murderously captivating me with a set of well said words.
It was breathtaking really;
That dark, mysterious, poisonous grin that you gave to me
Or rather, let me rent for a couple hours.
I should've realized by the way you held me;
The way your hands latched on at my hips
Screaming "This is mine,"
Trapping me against you
As you pulled me in by just another lustful kiss.
By then, you think I would've grasped that I was your paper towel lover.
Easy, affordable, disposable.
The perfect type for one like you.