What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

Lips – the great deceiver -
You carry weeks and weeks of
Thinking in your bows.
You fold out in wonder or pleasure,
Consuming memories stamped on
Your ridges and rivers. You tease and
Tremble, hurting most
With your hesitant movements.
When will you cease to be so cruel?
When will you learn constancy?

No one whom you have touched
Has been prepared for dishonesty.
You take in tastes, spread out a board
Of samples, of bite size portions of
Everyone you want. Pick and choose,
Plump and swell,
You are bitten, tantalize, and you conceal
What you bite. You drink as much as you can
Of one before moving onto the next.
You are fickle and indecisive; you cut skin
And smooth away swathes of clothing.

Masters of disguise, red vampire,
Seduction sleeps in your corners.
Open, expose the sharpened canines
Underneath. Past prisoners are crying
In their rooms for want of your taste.
Who do you not hurt?
What do you not taint?