You despise a lady friend of mine, <br />You grow animal-like and wild in your eyes <br />If I speak her name; <br />If I suggest I might see her some day <br />For a harmless and friendly cup of coffee, <br />Your face turns red <br />Like you’re fuming or about to cry. <br /> <br />You’re definitely <br />The dangerously jealous type, <br />But sweetheart, that’s alright, <br />Your sex appeal is your violent tendency for rage <br />And drastic mood swings: <br />You might touch me more tenderly <br />Than the moment before a lovely orgasmic tremor, <br />Or you might chase me with a knife <br />While throwing a plate! <br /> <br />There is no restraining <br />Your exquisitely explosive passion. <br />Nothing is planned or contrived, <br />Everything is hungrily alive; <br />If you slit my throat some night, <br />I’ll still try to kiss you <br />Before I die.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-you-slit-my-throat-some-night/
