Sharpened to slice

If insults are casual sex
She is a salty libertine
But if making love is an insult
She is the world’s most polite human being
Her sensitivity is a dagger
Sharpened to slice
Her lovers cannot survive her mouth
Her kisses are a tongue that bites
Her sensuality is a jackhammer
On an old road full of holes
Where she bangs on the surface
Near a sign that reads “This Road is Closed”