If You Slit My Throat Some Night

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