The most inconspicuous hit-man you have ever seen.
I settle within you,
digging deep inside your tender loins;
not to be confused with the chunk of dinner meat
I passed by, settled in your stomach,
on my way down here.
You would think I was Sean Connery
with his well-pressed suit
and shining ‘pistol’
by the casual way
I sit on your shelf,
or in your purse,
waiting to catch your eye each night.
After all, subtlety is my business.
Well, except for my choice in colors;
not even 007 can pull of powder pink like me.
My job description: homicidal suicide.
What a turn-on, right?
You take one swallow of me
and it’s a b-line for the bed
For what is more orgasmic
than the absence of consequence?