Technically you say we have lips.
Lips can't hurt you, gentle kisses
Down the length of a blade
Until that wasn't enough anymore.
Pucker up baby girl, because "Sorry,
We're closed" is an invitation.
Then when we fight back?
When we dare demand respect?
You say we are the predators.
A monster in a cave that begs
To be tamed, rescued
By a strapping hero.