hell &two sugars

vanilla brewed, coffee stained eyes

with her weary voice
she offers creamy reassurances, then calmly

smells like cigarette sex &day

breaking through my unbuttoned, much-too-large shirt.

if she is all these things (undeniably unknown)

then when i take her
tongue
lip body
heart

&what is left of her soul
into my eager mouth

she will taste like hell.