Here's an oooooooooold one.

MAN EATER

The vanilla taste
of paper thin skin
still roughens up my chin.
Even the nose can blister
when breath is so close
it melts the division
so now you can tell them
you kissed her.

And for every blur
that softens the edges
we still give dirty pledges.
Some things you just fall into.
A flick of the wrist
is never for good deeds
no matter which lovely
you've been to.