A Noir Kind of Love

She was the kind of girl I could fall in love with.

Lips that had a few secrets and eyes that held my gaze in a vice.

Every word she spoke went down like red velvet cake.

I rolled them around in my mind, like the way I'd enjoy a bourbon after a long hard day.

She was a puma

And I was happy to be under her paw,

If just for this conversation,

Even if she was about to devour me.