Cobra Kisses


He’s like poison, he’s venom
Snake charmer me, angry cobra him
I love him with great reticence
He would love to hurt me
Death-dealing kisses could possibly kill me
But he’s still mine, my wicked baby
Onlookers think my end is imminent
Playing with this lethal love
I’m almost certain to be bitten
But what they fail to know is that
Secretly, I bit him and
ever since, he’s been dying from
Yet craving my venom
Secretly, he bit me already
But instead of dying
His poison strengthened me
He is poison
I’m the anti-venom

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