Shark senses
He smells blood and moves in
That silver tongue works wonders
Both in and out of the bedroom
We question his favour
As we question everything
But we must be someone special
For who else is sharing his bed?
Just the handful of other girls
We don't know about
He picks at the bones of us
Until he's fed
Until the blood flowing
Is of his own making
Then he picks up another scent
And leaves us to bleed.
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