This is in a club while dancing. I half laughed, stopped dancing, and said, "Oh my god..." I knew he was speaking of my teeth, although the thought definately entered my mind that he may have meant my kooter. I could tell by the look he suddenly got that he thought I was thinkin...
this woman's teeth were sharper than her tongue
seemingly sweet flattery dripped down like glossy drool threads
weaving a sickening web around my ego
her desperate need undisguised
in spite of keen eyes
it was all i could do to smile distantly
feign sincerity for her...