he seared your tasty taste buds
with a sprinkling of his salt,
restricting pints of his cum
for skinny girls with knobs
for shoulders, girls with stars
drawn in purple magic marker
covering their chests; imaginary
tattoos on innocent girl flesh.

he spiked your purile thoughts
with a twist of his martini,
curbing cartons of his cigs
for twiggy blondes with steel
for eyes, blondes with hearts
sketched in orange india ink
scattering their thighs; phantasmic
designs on naive blonde skin.

he seared and spiked you,
restricting and curbing himself.
you stood tall and proud, smoke
dribbling from your yellow lips,
turning your back on his promises,
promising yourself to never go
back to what you were before.
he watched you walk away.