02.11.15-redemption

she was 

redemption or ruin

In 

heels 

her eyes

 practised in deception 

seduction

I  took drinks over

sealed my fate 

everything ends in death 

or

 disaster

legs wrapped around

 waist

neck

long red nails 

across my back

bodily fluids,

not names

exchanged

exploding across dirty sheets like C-4

a

 cautionary tale

with

no moral

or

point