I love watching her wake up in the morning. She stretches, yawns.
The sun glints off her long fanged teeth.
She turns to see me, leaning in the doorway, and blinks slowly,
Eyelids closing sideways in front of her
Elliptical pupils.
“Want some breakfast?” she hisses gently,
Forked snake tongue slipping in and out of her ruby lips.
“We’ve got eggs.”
She slips past me into the kitchenette,
Toenails clicking on the hardwood floor,
Leaning in to kiss me on her way past.
Her breath smells of decay.
Some people just don’t understand.
How I can like it when I feel things under her skin.
How I can bear to look at her serpentine face.
The thing is, no one sees her like I do;
No one feels the electricity buzzing when she
Touches my cheek with too many fingers,
Kisses me with too many tongues.
She lights up my life.
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