Southern Drawl

I wear your words
like a red silk dress
wrapped gently
'round my tummy and
caressing the softness of
my breasts
each syllable hanging low
on my hips, dancing with
the hush hush of your voice
and creating voluptuous curves
with each roll of your tongue
your anger: a rage of razors,
singing sarcasm smoothly
like the sleekness of my fresh
shaven legs
and just as sharp as the heal
on my black lace spilled stillehtos