Hen’s Teeth

Counting hens teeth

in hounds tooth.

Boots up to the knees.

She is carrot headed

and soft.

The sweetest thing.

Smart and lively.

Educated and put together.

Wild, but with enough elegance

to take home to your mother.

You meet her at a bar.

A sleek clean place

that makes tasteless

hipster cocktails.

She orders you a shot.

You meet her

at the library.

Her eyes find yours

as they rise from the page.

She gives you a book boner.

She will be your

best first date.

She has your sense of humor.

Her laugh will

make your heart fizz.

She won’t fuck you

until the second date.

You will take a cab to her place.

You will almost blow your load

in the backseat.

She will straddle you

in the lace lingerie

hidden beneath

her perfect dress.

Her kisses are butter.

When she lowers

herself onto your dick,

you will die.

Her leech mouthed cunt

will bleed you dry.